Scene: My bedroom, 6:30 this morning, alarm clock beeping away. I roll over in bed, make an angry face at the clock and say forcefully "Quiet You!" and smack the snooze button.

(I think I might have been reacting to something in my dream in addition to the alarm clock, but I don't remember now. The only part of my dream I remember is that I took the bus to the fabric store to buy gloves and ended up pouring onion relish into a glass container and having to buy both the relish and the container. And that I was going to throw them both away once I had paid for them because I don't like raw onion chunks.)