Last night I was pretty upset because the radio in the room I was renting wouldn't turn off. My friends and I even disassembled it, but it kept going no matter what we did. I finally went and found the management office and begged them to help, but they laughed at me. They told me something to the effect that the simplest explanation was that I was wrong, not whatever weird theory I had come up with.
And then I woke up, and I realized that in fact the simplest explanation for a lot of weird goings-on is that they're dreams.
...In other news, I also dreamed last night that I tried to take a bite out of the edible cover on my iPad, but I accidentally bit through the whole iPad, ruining it. (
And when I woke up, my pillow was gone!)