For as long as I can remember and only until I was around 20 years old or so I had an alarm clock that would wake me up every morning with a horrible buzzing sound. I eventually gave it to someone else, so that they may enjoy it as mush as I did.

SO the day begins,…

It is in the early morning. Well it is the early morning for me. I know there will be some of you who when reading this are saying that 7:30 would be sleeping in for you because you are usually out of bed by 6. But I don’t get up until 8:00.

I am asleep in my bed and for some reason dreaming about living at home and feeling like I am back in high school. I can’t tell you all the ends and outs of the dream but it was not as bad as you might think. The dream by no measure deserves to be classified as a nightmare, but it was a little discomforting being back at home and in high school again. I do remember getting home from school and going about my day as if it were any other day when I was in school. Then I remember dreaming about getting ready for bed and then going to sleep. So now I am at the point where I am asleep and dreaming that I am asleep. It was ever so peaceful….

THEN IT CAME….

It came at me like a memory of a wound that once caused me pain. The memory came like a bad sun burn you had forgotten about while sleeping until you rolled over and rubbed it against the sheets of your bed that now caused the once subdued burning feeling to rise like a mountain. burn……Burn……BURN……BURN. Over and over again, until you wake up in pain and cry towards the heavens for relief. That is what this lost memory felt like.

What was this memory you ask. It was the once forgotten alarm clock, now singing with all the volume in the world.

At first I remember waking up in my dream and reaching over to the near by table where the alarm clock sat to turn it off. But then the oddest thing happened. The moment I turned it off in my dream it came right back on. I even remember pulling the cord out of the wall and still nothing. It still made the horrible buzzing sound that I so hated. I was helpless to make this noise stop. This dream had now turned into a nightmare. A nightmare with no end.

Until I realized that I was dreaming. So then I told myself to wake up. Wake up Daniel, Wake up now!!!

I soon wake up and begin to lift my head off of my pillow. Then it happens. Then sound is back. But how and why where is it coming from. I am awake how can this be. The sound has followed me from the dream world to this world. Am I going mad has this sound some how been imprinted on to my brain and now is slowly driving me insane.

After I calm down and try and look at this with some reasoning I come to find out that the sound is not in my head but coming from inside the house.

Now it is all clear. Paul, Paul and his alarm.

For those of you that do not know Paul has an alarm clock identical to the one I had previously. And this particular morning Paul has decide to leave it going, and to make it better he is not asleep in his room but has fallen asleep in the living room.

So I crawl back in bad and tell myself if he can handle sleeping through that crap then I can. This is no longer about stopping some horrible noise. It is now an endurance contest. To see if he will turn it off before I have to go in there and do it for him.

BUZZ….BUZZ…. BUZZ…. BUZZ…. BUZZ…. BUZZ…. BUZZ…. BUZZ….

Over and over, for 15 minutes this goes on, and I keep thinking to myself that the alarm has a self timer and will soon stop. But it doesn’t. So I choose another tactic. I reach over and grab my phone. If I know Paul and I do, he will have his phone some where next to where he is sleeping. So I call him and he does not answer. I call him again and this time I hear, hello!!! “Hey man, your alarm has been going off for about 15 minutes or so, were you planning on turning it off?” I said, “O really, I can’t hear it.” At that point I just hang up the phone. Then I here Paul go into his room and turn off the clock.

What a way to start the day, but it does make of a great addition to this blog that is my life. Stay tuned.

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ…