I guess the drugs are working?

This afternoon, I feel asleep on the couch watching TV coverage of the Calabasas fires. I awoke with a start, shitting and cursing and realizing that I was late for my tutoring session at six. Then I woke up from THAT, when Abbey and Miriam walked in the door jiggling their keys and laughing about how I fell asleep on the couch. I heard them through my slumber, woke up, and relayed to them how I thought I was late for tutoring but it turned out my waking up late was just a dream. Then I woke up from THAT, to an empty apartment, and an alarm clock set for tutoring that had not yet gone off.