Dreams and Alarms

I slept through the alarms this morning. Notice the plural. The regular alarms, two of them, were set for 5:30 and 5:35. The timer on the stove, which is annoying enough to wake the dead, was also set. I finally woke up with all three blaring away about 6:10.

I have both clocks across the room in different locations so I have to get up to turn them off. If they are beside the bed, I just turn them off without every waking up. And the stove timer means I have to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen to turn it off. Did I mention that I am a heavy sleeper?

Normally, this works after several rounds with the snooze alarm. But every once in a while my brain manages to incorporate the sounds of the alarms into a dream. Usually the dream involves searching high and low for whatever is making that awful noise. This morning's dream had me standing beside a traffic circle as the cars and trucks roared by...in my nightshirt. Wonder how I should interpret that?

I really am a morning person, but I tend to wake up naturally with the light. The sun takes a while to make it into the hollow, so it stays darker longer. I would have been awake by 6:30 anyway. But I wanted to get out early to do some yardwork while it was still cool. Needless to say, I was running a bit late this morning. At least, it wasn't a work day.