This morning, I woke up to the sound of my buzzing alarm clock.

Strange thing, though: I distinctly remember having a dream in which my alarm kept going off and I kept hitting the snooze button. That’s all there was to the dream: me sleeping, waking up, and hitting snooze.

It seemed absolutely real, and indeed, the dream became a memory of reality. This acceptance lasted until I looked at my alarm clock and realized that there was no possible way that I could have been hearing my alarm clock and hitting snooze. I suppose that I could have been hearing Tyler’s alarm clock, but the perceived volume was inconsistent with that scenario. After pondering this for an appropriate period, I scratched my head and got up to greet and face the world.