Dreams

Ok so the other day I had this sentence stuck in my head the whole day and finally I have a way to purge it from my system. Ok so its goes like this.. I had a nightmare that I was unemployed and living with my parents and then I woke to find that life is a nightmare. Sometimes you get to wake up from it only to realise that the relief of finally waking from a nightmare is only dream.

Once I was laying in bed with the sliver of light coming through the closed curtain and the room was really dim. I had spent the whole day in bed practically and just lay there as the sun tried to poke its way into my room. At first the room was fine and once again I was being a lazy bitch rather skullking away from the world. I just lay there for ages with my eyes closed for a while.Then a couple of minutes later when I peeled my eyes open and looked up, the room seemed a little bigger. The bed seemed to struggle to fill the space and I didn't realise how empty my room could be. I shut my eyes again guiltily and my bed seemed really huge and I was this small person in this big room with a big bed. I could actaully picture myself from above with my beige duvet cover twisted over my body. I kept telling my self to wake up, wake up but everytime I looked up everything was just furthur and futhur away. I could see myself getting up to go and open the window and then I would open my eyes and I would still be in bed. I realised that I had only dreamt that I had gotten up to open the window. So lazy as I was I got up to open the window and got back to bed. When I opened my eyes again the room was really dim with a sliver of light coming through the closed curtain. I could've swore I had opened the window but no the window was closed and I am glued to my bed so I tell myself to wake up, wake up.

I don't know how long iut went on for but I only managed to leave my room when the early day had turned to late day. I was onle of the scariest and profound experiences in my life. When I tole the story to a friend we laughed about how crazy it all was and how I must have been tripping balls. I think about that day every so often and realise that reality is a name for something that no one can define.

Do you ever wake up from a dream because dreaming is living and every sensesation is real