I believe there were a few times that were scattered about. In fact, there was one incident where I exited the shower, and didn't know who I was anymore. I looked at my hands, and didn't have a referential concept and label as to what I was actually looking at, and briefly peeked at the mirror to discover the same effect. Perhaps the shower was symbolic of "cleansing" the egoic gunk from the system to reveal pure, unadulterated consciousness. *shrugs*
There was another incident where I thought about my name, and repeatedly asked who resided behind the name. This is especially unusual in my experience as I'm pretty wound down by bodily / mental tensions in general that keep me relatively stuck / "grounded" in this crappy "default" state of being.
Interesting how some of this stuff seemingly comes out of nowhere.