Tuesday, March 3, 2009

concious of the fact I am not awake?

I woke up badly yesterday morning.

I had been dreaming, and my mind and dream mind and body were all so confused.

I thought I was awake, under my blanket, in my room, looking around in the dark...but I couldn't move. I've heard of this happening to people, but in those stories, people tend to panic. I was calm. I knew I wasn't awake, and that I was still dreaming.

I was laying there, trying desperately to tear myself from sleep, to move my body, but it wouldn't budge.

My dream mind knew where my phone was, and my dream hand fumbled for the phone, and tried to make a call...but my phone wasn't working. So I thought. Oh well. I'll just relax, and I'll wake up later.
I relaxed, and then tried very quickly to sit up.
I woke up, still lying down.

I got out of bed, and went to the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen table, checked my email, and then thought: I don't know why I'm awake. It's 7am on a Monday morning. I have nothing to be doing! So I went back to bed, for two hours...but I couldn't shake the weird dreamself that had kept me from waking up.

1 comment:

  1. This happens to me quite a bit. I've gotten used to it. These days, I find it amusing.