Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
My Brother Gives the News on NPR Alarm Infiltrated Dream My brother was walking around the room spewing the news. I couldn't believe he could remember so much of what he'd heard. He was not only being his typical annoying self, but he was delivering the news just like the read it on the radio, fully intonated. He was bugging the SHIT out of me. He kept going and going. I was amazed out how much he remembered AND how much he spoke like a radio personality.