Still, it persists.
For the past two years now, in almost all of my dreams, I find myself to be telekinetic and, thanks to its ubiquitousness, it stopped being a bizarre element long ago. I give no more thought to lifting objects thirty, forty feet away and whisking them across the room than I do to putting one foot in front of the other and, most of the time, neither does anyone else in my dream.
However, upon my awakening, I find myself bereft of this ability, oft in very humbling circumstances. Unconsciously, I will extend my hand and assume that the keys will levitate my way, only to blink at them stupidly for a good ten seconds before it occurs to me that my mental powers do not extend into the physical and that they never have. Awake, I sometimes feel robbed of what I believe to be a natural endowment, as if I woke up mysteriously blind or crippled. When my eyes are open, I feel diminished.
However, upon my awakening, I find myself bereft of this ability, oft in very humbling circumstances. Unconsciously, I will extend my hand and assume that the keys will levitate my way, only to blink at them stupidly for a good ten seconds before it occurs to me that my mental powers do not extend into the physical and that they never have. Awake, I sometimes feel robbed of what I believe to be a natural endowment, as if I woke up mysteriously blind or crippled. When my eyes are open, I feel diminished.