I woke up this morning and it was still dark outside.  I looked at my clock and it read 10:30am. This was strange because I had set my alarm for 8am.  I usually wake up five minutes before my alarm goes off, and here it was two and a half hours later and I was just waking up.  I thought maybe my clock was wrong, after all it was still dark outside, and it couldn’t be later than 6am.  Deciding to check the clock on my phone, I got out of bed and went to my desk.  I suddenly realize my room is a total mess, but I had just cleaned it the day before.  Even if I hadn’t just cleaned it, it’s never this messy.  My phone had been charging all night, but wouldn’t turn on.  What the fuck is going on, I wondered?  I start down the stairs to see if my roommates are up and about.  There are all these weird eerie shadows everywhere and the air is stale.  Once I get down stairs I don’t recognize my home.  It’s clearly my home but it’s ten times worse than the mess I encountered in my room.  There are random piles of trash scattered about, towers of old pizza boxes, and dishes caked with rotting food everywhere.  I call out to my roommates and they grunt their presence.  I carefully make my way into the living room and two morbidly obese people are lying on our sofas and picking food off of plates that are resting on their swollen bellies.  I wasn’t sure if they had eaten my roommates, or worse, if they were my roommates.  One of them said, “Hey Bill, grab a plate and sit down.  The View is coming on.”  I sort of just crouched down and thought, I’ll call one of my friends and maybe they can help me figure this out.  Wait, I don’t have any friends.  I can’t call anyone for help!  There was no one I could call!  Well I must have a job.  I do have a job, and this feeling of dread struck me.  I work at a crappy outlet mall in a store that sells second hand underwear and socks.  I’ve slipped into my own personal hell!  I make for the front door, and of course, it won’t open.  When it finally does open, I’m greeted by racks and racks of socks with holes in them, and piss stained drawers, and then some derelict old guy asks me where the fitting room is at…and…then I wake up.  I dreamt this earlier this morning.  When I looked at my clock the time was 7am and I still had an hour before I had to be up.  I just continued to lay in bed breathing easy, a distant thought in the back of my mind, and I smiled…