If only it wasn’t a dream

I keep having these dreams. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Except that Cindy is in them. And every time that realization changes the dream into reality. In the beginning I would suddenly sense that this wasn’t right and just wake up. Now in the dream I go through this process of trying to figure out if this is a dream. The one last night was really vivid in that in the dream I’ve convinced myself that this time it isn’t a dream and she really is here and is really alive and with us again. Of course that doesn’t last nearly long enough. I think that there are loose connections between the conscious brain and sub conscious world of our dreams. Those connections eventually let enough of reality to slip through to the sub conscious and the dream is broken, smashed and reality crashes down and wakes me up.

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