Mobius

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you imagined you were falling, only to wake up suddenly at the last second, your heart still racing as if you really were plummeting from the sky? Have you ever had a nightmare so chilling that you couldn't get out of, or a pleasant dreamscape that you desperately wanted to return to once you realized that the sound of the alarm clock had shattered the illusions of it's reality all around you?

This morning I found myself with the distinct realization that someone was doing their very best to rouse my body and spirit from it's slumber in a very specific way. Somehow I was completely aware that it was a dream -- but by this point all of my senses were engaged, and despite my utter desire to follow the feeling all the way down the rabbit hole into Wonderland -- a part of my mind couldn't help but realize that if I were to do as she was instructing and wake up --

That everything I was feeling would surely disappear.

Stay asleep to keep waking up. Wake up and risk losing everything. Open your eyes to reclaim your solitude, close them to continue embracing the passion. She wants me to wake up, but I know I have to stay asleep. I want to wake up, but if I do she won't be there at all.

Memories in the mist. Images into ideas. Unknowingly present -- yet equally absent, like two people talking on opposite sides of a fence that don't realize just how close they actually are to one another.

She's there. She's not. I'm there. I'm not.

I'm there. I'm there. I'm there..

[Listening To:  The Distillers – "Drain The Blood" ]