Consciousness
I am asleep.
I am asleep and have delved into some deep abyss of dreaming far beyond the physical enclosure that is my body.
I dream and know I am dreaming. I glide through a realm of black and blue, soft and delicate as silk, sheer like fine muslin. I dance in the glory of the dreamscape.
Then, a gradual awareness begins to tug at me. I feel my body calling me back to awakening. The most simple and basic need driving me out of my sweet surrender to dreaming: the need to pee.
I float in a spiral pattern upwards and out of the dreamscape towards the light of the morning sun.
I awake and sit, then clamber out of bed, and reach for clothing left out the night before. I find I cannot put it on and I perceive everything is still soft and shrouded in the wrong kind of pale light.
I am still asleep, dreaming of being awake.
I decide to try again to wake.
Again I find myself dreaming of waking, this time stumbling to the bathroom naked. I realise the falseness of my wakefulness as I reach for the bathroom doorknob.
I decide to… Continue reading










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