Addicted??

So this morning, my coffepot is set to go off at 8:00 a.m., and the alarm clock next to the bed at 8:05. I've raved about the coffeepot before - but it's the best coffepot *ever* ! You put in the beans and water, and set the timer. In the morning, you wake up smiling to the sound of the grinder going off downstairs. In 5 or 10 minutes, there is fresh coffee!

[OMG!! I just went to Melitta.com to find the link to the coffeemaker, and they don't have it listed anymore! Crisis! I was just about to buy a new one, too, becuase some parts are broken on our well-loved one!]

Anyway. I woke up about 6:30, and soon after, the dog barked at the back door to go out. And boy, did she need to... Business accomplished, I let her back in, and headed back to bed. Hm. It's 7:00, alarm set for 8:00, maybe I should just stay up. But I was still sleepy. So, I went back to sleep, even though there would not be enough time for a full sleep cycle & I might be groggy when the alarm went off. I don't know if you do this, but when I nap or fall back asleep like this, I have crazy dreams.

So, I dreamed one of those crazy dreams: I'm in a house that is four stories tall. I'm in the basement/ground floor, in bed, just waking up and, as I recall, petting my dog. There are other people in the house, but they are all already up. I decide it's time for some coffee & pad into the kitchen, to find that the coffepot has gone off, but someone removed the carafe, so the hot coffee & grounds are spilling out of the filter basket and making a huge mess! I'm frustrated and angry and I start yelling, "WHO MOVED THE COFFEEPOT?!?!?!!!" and I start up the stairs to yell at the other people in the house. I finally find them all in the top (fourth) floor, just sitting around reading and being sociable. Husband is there, and our BFF Theo, and a couple other people. One of them was a blonde chick that I didn't like. I think she was based on this cousin of mine, who I like just fine, so, Sorry, Cousin! Anyway, I get to the top of the stairs and I'm screaming bloody murder, "WHO MOVED THE COFFEEPOT?!?!?!!!" and of course, they all just looked at me like I was completely insane, which of course, I was. They were entirely mystified about why I was so upset and screaming. So I head back downstairs to the kitchen to clean up the mess and make a new pot of coffee. I was calming down a bit and thinking, "okay, it's a mess, but it's not that big of a deal, I just need to rinse all the stuff off and make a new pot. It's going to be okay."

And then I heard the coffeepot go off downstairs.

Which confused the heck out of me for a second, I mean, I was just headed to make coffee, right? And then I realized, the mess was just a dream, and that was my real coffee going off, and would be ready for me to drink in 5 minutes or so. Such a wave of relief washed over me! And then I thought, oh my, I am SO addicted to my coffee!!!