Crazy sleeping late dream
Yesterday I had a cold, and I called in sick to work. This morning when my alarm went off at 6:30, I decided I still wasn't quite ready to go back...just a couple more hours of sleep...I re-set my alarm for 8:15. But I guess I must've been feeling a little guilty about my decision, because I had this crazy dream: My alarm goes off again. I try to get to work, but it's through a crazy mall and I can't quite remember how to find the elevator. When I finally find it, I realize I haven't had breakfast yet, and I've left my wallet and cell phone at home. So I go back home, which takes a while because I miss the shuttle bus and then have to swim-walk through the air on Albermarle Road (apparently, I still live in Newton). I get to my (parents') house, and Dad and Lil are watching TV. It's dark out. The clock says 7:00. I'm very confused. It's 7:00 PM. So either I slept for 10 hours and then got up, or I've completely lost my memory of most of my day. I'm freaked out. Dad and Lil don't seem too worried. I go up to my room to try and figure out what happened. I want to check my phone to see if I set the alarm on it, but first I have to plug it in and charge it, and the prongs on the plug have gotten flattened into big pieces of gold foil. I try to fold them back up into prong shape, to no avail. I check my alarm clock. It's very hard to read (this really should have been a tip to me that I was still dreaming; it's one of the common dream phenomena pointed out in Waking Life; but I'm stubbornly convinced I'm really awake). I notice the clothes in my drawer smell fresh from the dryer. This means Mom has done my laundry today, and when she comes in, I ask her if I was asleep when she got my laundry. She's not very clear, and then we get distracted by the way the light doesn't always work when we flip the switch (HELLO, another classic dream symptom. Why do I lose that knowledge when I'm actually dreaming?) I follow her down the hall, pursuing the laundry question, but my brother (really, this should have tipped me off since I don't have a brother and he looked exactly like my ex-co-worker Ben who visited the office the other day) is interupting and talking about my swim career and how great he was when he was on swim team in high school. I want to kill him because I can't get a word in edgewise to ask Mom the critical question about the laundry.