You know you’re in trouble when you start dreaming about your gadgets, and I’ve been there for a while. Last night I had a bizarre dream in which I had just arrived in a tropical locale, possibly Aruba. My iPhone screen, though under no duress, cracked in my hand. Then it cracked again. And I was to be on the island for a week or more. I found an Apple Store, in which only some of the products were available, and which basically looked like a tiki bar that happened to sell Apple products. The lady I spoke to told me that while my iPhone was under warranty, they didn’t have any in stock – that is, anywhere on the island – but they might be able to have one flown in from a nearby store. As I stared at the now ridiculously cracked screen in my hand, I told her to go ahead with this plan. It was shortly after this point that I woke up, and with groggy, sleep-filled eyes saw my actual phone on the nightstand, screen secure in its non-cracked glory. I laid back down, and returned to slumber, relieved in the fact that such an atrocity had not occurred.
Yes, I know. I have a problem.