cascading mountains of gumdrops

cascading mountains of fountain-frothing gumdrops and sherbert foam tumbled out of bedsheet equilibria to touch my cheek lightly before picking me up and slamming me down, hard.
"Ow, dammit!" I yelled, frustrated.
I rolled out of bed. "The cheek touching was fine, but no rough stuff!" I glared at roboslop, my newly purchased automatic alarm clock/electronic puppy. He whimpered on the floor, embarrassed. I sighed. "I suppose you didn't ruin my day," I muttered.

I rolled through the day at dynamite industries inc. waiting to get back to sleep. smile, nod, make faces at my screen to amuse myself, doodle large elephant like figures on my desk, file some paperwork, tap my feet, dance a little jig on the way out of the office, ding ding ding it's 8 PM I'm home pop a food capsule turn on the tube and doze off to...munitions factories outfitting hundreds of toy soldiers in red coats and stolid faces, marching off with their new muskets all in time rat tat tat and then I AM one except my limbs are shaking as I walk because they're loose, some shoddy manufacturing and the damn toymaker didnt nail or screw in my legs tight enough and now i'm teetering but none of the other soldiers want to stop, they just want to march, and now one legg is off and I'm hopping, I'm hopping until I have the brilliant idea of using my musket as a peg leg/cane, so now I'm good to go except we come upon a large contingency of enemy soldiers. They would be cute if they were'nt so damn hostile, and now my fellow red-coated soldiers are dropping lik flies. I can't reload, or even fire, because I'm so intent on just standing, I mean, I'm injured for chrissake, what, I have to fight too? And now there's a toy bullet going real slow towards my head and--boop!-- knocks it off. Great, I got no head.
and now I'm floating, floating floating up and the toys at war look exactly like what they are--toys-- and I'm higher and higher up inthe clouds and then there's a mountain up there in the clouds, with all sorts of wonderous fountains of flowing colored mist, lavender and green and everything is foggy but there are flowing gumdrop rivulets cutting through the ground and greeny mountain rocks all huge and craggy, the whole thing is expansive and now I'm cirling down and towards it and towards it and it's wet on my face and that must be the mist, wait no-- someone's licking my face--
"dammit Roboslop!!"
he sits back down on the floor, panting, looking somewhat wounded.
"I was floating over the gumdrop mountains! Do you understand that?!"
He whimpers slightly, and keeps panting. Clearly does not understand. I need to return this damn dog for a better model. New technology isn't always better. They make the outside look nicer, but are there internal improvements? not really...