I was staying in a palatial bedroom in a beautiful country inn. The place was immensely cluttered with music boxes and figurines in a very lavish style. The bed was blonde wood with a thick comforter and soft white sheets with small flowers on them. I had just woken up and I was sitting in bed looking at the room when an alarm clock next to me started to go off. I turned it off. A moment later, a second alarm clock on the other side of the bed started to go off. I turned that one off, too.
Seconds later, a third alarm clock goes off some distance away. I stumbled out of bed, find it and turn it off. Again, and again, an alarm clock would ring, I would furiously shuffle through the elegant clutter and find it and turn it off, only to enjoy only a moment of silence before the next clock would start to ring across the room...
And then I woke up to find my actual alarm clock going off.