Waking up to a dream, then waking up only to find it's still a dream.
|And I can't wake up
me with the
with a fear of never waking and wonder
whether death will be like fog: the
lack of sound,
fall asleep again, with pleasant thoughts
of sun-drenched days caressing me.
Mother marvels at
how silent I have slept. Toss-
ing, turning, yes, but never waking
through the night.
catalogue number: [162.415]
30 september 2005
Note: from a prompt:
I guess you could call this a nightmare. I remember as I child dreaming I was awake, realizing I wasn't, terrified that I couldn't, wouldn't ever wake up. One incident may have been linked to a gas leak. Haven't had one of these in awhile. Wonder whether my mother remembers? She's 83 now, mind like a trap. .