Last night he thought my old fashioned alarm clock was going off. I didn’t hear it but he did.
Then he said it started talking to him. He was so afraid, he unplugged it, got scissors, cut the cord in half, removed the batteries, and threw it in the garbage can in the garage.
He’s totally freaked out even still this morning. He’s 51 years old. I think it was from his sleep meds even though he’s been on them a long time already (10 years).