Monty by Jim Meddick for February 04, 2024

That’s alarming.

Are clock radios still a thing?I thought that everyone now uses their phone or a smart speaker as an alarm.

Been there, done that.

I’ve ended up on the bedroom floor a few times.

That’s why, there’s no table next to the bed.

I really like all the ‘movement’ in this comic strip.

It might happen if you truly believe. I believe it’s a load of hooie, so I just walk away like hopping off a curb, even if falling Wile E. Coyote distances.

We’ve had a Panasonic clock radio for over 30 years. Somewhere around 55 years of age I no longer needed the alarm to wake up. I just did. At 61, I started working from home, so my day started whenever I got out of bed. Now retired, I’ve forgotten how to set it and don’t care.

Not true. As a child, I once dreamt I was falling towards earth out of an airplane. I actually DID wake up when I hit the hard linoleum floor.

I wish the time had said 2:30 ( tooth hurty).

Dead people are such unreliable dream-reporters.

My Filipino wife every once in a great while has a Bangungot which loosely translates as nightmare but is on a much higher scale. She firmly believes that if she is not awakened during the dream that she will die in her sleep. It is my job to wake her up and if I fail to do that, it will be all my fault. When she has one of these dreams, she makes noises that make my skin crawl because it is unlike any noise I have ever heard a human make, even in a movie. So I gently wake her up, she tells me about her dream, and my heatbeat returns to normal, albeit very, very slowly. Getting back to sleep is another story and doesn’t happen until she is snoring as if nothing has happened.

I died in a falling dream once, but it wasn’t the impact that killed me; I landed in the ocean. But my head got caught between an iceberg and a cliff face, which squeezed my skull until it split down the middle (I felt pressure, but no pain, and I heard the crack).

I remember one clear dream of me falling a long distance, and landing on a square throw pillow from our couch. I woke up upon the instant of impact. That brief moment of dream was at least 50 years ago but is still with me.

There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.

Apparently, tho, EB is perfectly willing to wait for his morning bowl of motor oil.

Hilarious!

Its not true. I hit bottom. Twice.

I don’ usually wear my glasses (specs) while sleeping, but keep them close by to read the time or whatever.