And I'm not waking up in a panic, which I have now experienced one too many times. That is, once. And I wasn't exactly aware until later of the panicking part, but I know it now and that's enough. You see, the other week I needed something out of my 'sent message' folder and found an email that I had apparently gotten up that morning and sent without realizing it:
it's not a dream i am awake and in my bed
it'd not a dream i am awake and in my bed
it's not a dream i am awake and in my bed
not on a table not like this not like this
i am awake and in my bed
i am awake and in my be
too much too much toomuch
i am aawake and in my bed i am awake and in my bed i am aawake and in my bed i am aawake and in my bed
Bad poetry but a simple sentiment. And reading it absolutely fucking terrified me. And I'm still not one hundred per cent sure what prompted it, although I have an idea.
I seldom remember my dreams. For a short time, we tried to change that.
And now I'm leaving it alone.
But I still wake up around 5 AM.
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