Dream Machine
I'm writing an essay right now, but I had to interrupt it because in a moment of writers-block (the topic is stupid), I noticed that my alarm clock has, in a very sublte, understated font, at the very bottom, a name. Sony named my alarm clock "DREAM MACHINE." Which I find slightly ironic because I have generally found that it is in fact a dream crusher. There you are, sleeping peacfully, soundly, deeply, dreaming of a warm beach with the ocean quietly whooshing in the background and a gentle breeze blowing over you and then "WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH." And then you must hook your feet over the other side of your newly lofted bed so that you can lean dangerously over the far away floor to reach for the "off" switch on your alarm clock before you wake up your poor roommate, who has a very nice, quiet alarm. And then you reset it for fifteen minutes later. A couple of times. And then you think that you should have gone to bed earlier. You wish you had not procrastinated your essay so long that you would have more time to sleep. Then you thank the DREAM MACHINE for such a pleasant wake up.
Posted by lib at January 26, 2007 12:29 AM