Sometimes I hate waking up.
I understand mornings are tough for everyone. Very few people enjoy that abrupt jolt of awake-ness brought about by a screeching alarm clock. But that is just the ordinary process of waking up, and, though usually uncomfortable, it is normal.
Today something abnormal occurred. I woke up heart broken. When I went to bed I was more or less content, not happily giddy mind you, but not despondent either. So I was confused as to what broke my heart during those six void hours.
As I have mentioned before, my dreams are often very vivid, often times I recall huge chunks of them at a time. This morning fragments of my dream drifted in and out of my minds eye. Bits and pieces of falling in love, getting married, and having my first child seem to be hovering right in front of me, fuzzy and out of focus just beyond my grasp.
Do you think you can live a whole life in a dream?
