The basic premise had me oversleeping. Just like every other dream in this genre, the events seemed remarkably real. My bedroom was full of sunlight, as if my entire south facing wall was made entirely of windows, and it had a green and golden tint. I could hear the droning of NPR's Morning Edition and when I missed the usual ten minute cues I roused from my rest to check the clock.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

In retrospect, the dream took place sometime in the spring or summer. Seeing it was so late was absolutely frightening and comforting in a way. I had missed an entire day of work and shot myself in the foot. Anything more than an hour is unforgivable. Should I call work and apologize? Then again there's a big bright sunny day waiting outside. Heck, if I get fired for this then there'll be many more bright and sunny days in my future with substantially less money.

I started driving around the neighborhood to collect my thoughts. I couldn't think because my eyes kept being drawn to the clock, reminding me of a wasted day in bed. But it felt so good!

The dream ended on a non-sequitor, I was eating out raddidge.