The Drowned iPhone
I’m reading in the bath. It’s steamy and the water is up to my neck. I notice that the phone is getting pretty steamed up and try to dry it off with a towel. The more I try to dry it the wetter it gets. I notice a splashing sound.
It’s full of water.
I shake the phone and water splashes about inside. I can’t get the water out though. I realise that the phone is still on and frantically try to turn it off. It won’t turn off. It sounds like I’m shaking a half full bottle of water.
Home Is where I want to be Pick me up and turn me round
Talking Heads’ This Must be the Place (my alarm ringtone) wakes me and ends the terror.
This was my second dream of iPhone destruction of the week. The other was simpler. I just knocked it to the floor and smashed the screen. Good thing I don’t believe that dreams mean anything or I’d be worried, but I don’t, so I’m not, and if you see me checking out waterproof cases in Yodobashi Camera this weekend it has nothing to do with this dream. It’s just something I’ve been meaning to look into for a while. Really.