Sep 12, 2006 21:57
After the dream I woke up scrambling for air.
Another blue-lights, lost-way, intoxicated chase,
breathing through a straw under water. With enemies
posed as smiling strangers, hands all out for a shake.
Some days I don't know if my memory is false or real.
I will remember saying something important,
writing a check, hearing good or bad news,
and finding out too much later (after relaying these things
to others) that it was all in my head,
when I was asleep.
This frightens me.