You were never one to dream, but tonight you did dream and a very strange dream it was. You dreamt of aliens and spaceships flying through the skies of some strange place.
In this dream the strange alien looked with some concern at the console as his ship tore through the skies. "This is where it all begins?" he asked nobody in particular.
It was strange how you could understand his alien language but this was your dream and you were not going to let him spout some foreign crap. When nobody in particular answered him, he consulated himself again, "Curses, I shouldn't be here! Phobos is my destination."
Then without warning, a red indicator light flashed up on the ships console. The strange alien looked down, "Oil? Damn!". Knowing that there was unlikely to be any gas stations that he could locate in the next few light years things where bad.
Seconds later, a second light flashed up on the ships console. The strange alien looked down again, "Windscreen Wash? Double damn!". The alien looked out the port hole and found it to be smeered in dirt. Things weren't looking very clean at the moment.
Finally, a third light flashed up on the console. The alien looked down and wondered what could be worse. He frooze in fear, "Lip Balm? No this can't be happening."
Fearing the worst, the strange alien licked his chapped lips and prepared for his worst fears...
...suddenly your motion picture grade dream is shattered as you are awakened with an explosion of music that certinally was not anything to do with you.
Your fellow neighbours never have been ones to care about sound and where most peoples stereos go up to volume setting ten, they had to be the ones that brought the stereo that went up to volume setting eleven and stayed that way forever more.
Today as any other day, the music blares from above removing any reason to ever need an alarm clock.
Welcome to a new day...