The Dream?

The other day I had a dream. I did not realize it was a dream until I had the wherewithal and mental cognizance to diagnose my experience. I often find myself in this situation. Any given normal afternoon I may end up slumped over some surface in a pool of my own drool or if I'm really lucky I stumble half aware into my own bed. It is truly just a gamble where I end up. I usually vaguely recall having crazy vivid acid dropping like hallucinations that I never remember. This time I remember. There is nothing particularly remarkable about this dream. I didn't experience nirvana. I don't know the origins of the universe. I may have in fact regressed in my spiritual and emotional development thanks to this nap. Five or so minutes after entering the glorious spin zone that is my afternoon nap experience, I become acutely aware that my roommate has entered the room. I am convinced of her presence and I will not give her the satisfaction of a conversation. My nap has begun and I will let no one impede upon its glory. I keep my eyes firmly shut hoping that my comatose performance will inspire apathy and the solitude I so desire. I can sense that my roommate will not be appeased. She is restless and has decided to torture me. I can naturally decipher this fact with my comatose enhanced senses. I keep my eyes firmly shut as my gremlin-like roommate hops onto my bed and bounces up and down. I refuse to stir. She then proceeds to poke my ears. The fury explodes inside my soul. This is one action I cannot tolerate. In fact, in may be one of the most annoying practices in the history of the world. My roommate does this with the complete understanding that I am using all of my willpower to not rip her face off. I resolutely keep my eyes shut. She then feeds me an apple that has been cut up into cubes. I refuse to open my mouth to receive this mid-nap snack because I am trying to convince her that I am asleep but I eventually give in and eat cubes of apple until I am gastrically satisfied. After the apple, my roommate gives up and leaves the room. I win the battle. Hours later I wake up and realize that no one is home. I roam the halls searching for the roommate in question but I discover that I am alone. The door is locked and there is no evidence of any past human activity.