Haunted by the Alarm Clock, posted February 8, 2007 at 01:52 AM
I have two dreams which recur in varying forms, and which have been recurring for years.
The first of these I call my Banality Dream™. My alarm clock goes off, I get out of bed, shower, dress, go to work and begin my day. Then I wake up and I live the very thing I dreamed. It's horrible. The mornings I have that dream, I have to go through this banal routine twice--once asleep and once awake. Sometimes in the dream I stop and buy a coffee. Sometimes I walk to work. Other times I get out of the shower then the scene changes and I'm at my desk in the office. But nothing special, never anything out of the ordinary. Just the drudgery of a working class stiff getting up in the morning and getting himself to his job. A very irritating dream to awake from.
The other dream has much more variation for each recurrence, but the basic premise is always the same. Again, I dream my alarm clock is sounding its alarm. I hit the snooze button. Nothing happens. I hit the off button. Nothing happens. I repeat these actions, furiously trying to hit turn off the alarm, hitting the off button over and over. I begin to get frustrated. I pick up the clock, shake it, really pound it now with my fist. Nothing. It will not turn off. So I unplug it. Amazingly, it keeps ringing. How can this be? I'm perplexed, absolutely confounded, astonished, simply shocked. How the hell can this be? I carry the unplugged clock into another room. It won't stop ringing. The frustration level in this dream in unbelievable. I often cry in this dream because I'm so frustrated by it. The circumstances change each time I have this dream. Sometimes it's really my bedroom and my alarm clock. Sometimes I'm in a hotel room. Once I was in my childhood home--after struggling with the clock for a while I carried it out to the kitchen where my parents were sitting at the counter drinking coffee. "Can you believe this?!" I asked them, holding the ringing alarm clock up. Sometimes I start to break the clock, pound it to the point of destruction, throw it against the wall, smash it to floor so it shatters into pieces. Nothing--the alarm just keeps ringing. Eventually I wake up. My real alarm clock is ringing. I turn it off and go back to sleep.
Ladies and gentlemen, this man hates getting out of bed in the morning.