This morning I dreamt that I had a one of those pens from the 80s that has a little digital clock built into the end of it. It had an alarm in it which started to go off and I didn’t know how to stop it, so I started to take the pen apart to try and find the beeper and break it off or disconnect it. It took me ages to work out how to take it to pieces, as it seemed to be all one solid piece.
It kept peeping and peeping and peeping until finally I broke it down into its component pieces and after about half an hour of frantic tinkering (on the wee clock I could see time ticking past) I found the piezo beeper. I disconnected the connections and it kept peeping. I broke the beeper off the end of the circuit board completely, and as it lay in my hand it kept on peeping.
I could feel my blood beginning to boil so I threw it on the floor and started smashing it with my heel, but it just kept on peeping and peeping.
And then, within the dream, I realised: “Oh, it’s my phone alarm, I need to wake up.”