I awaken,

and it feels so real.

Like so much is happening at once,

and like it all matters.

I take note of what is going on,

and try to remember.

I feel like it could be useful

when I do wake up.

When I do wake up.

So I do know that this isn’t reality?

But it does feel real.

My emotions are strong and affecting,

and hazards feel dangerous.

But still, I am aware.

And whether I’m running -

it seems that I am running a lot -

or I’m fighting,

or winning,

or losing,

eventually I do wake.

And the detail is so much.

And things that are here,

I realise weren’t there at all.

But I do try and remember

the things I noted

in my mind within a mind.

Because I do believe

that some of it could be useful.

That I could take some of it with me

into the waking world,

the real world.

And I think that’s pretty amazing.

That some parts of a dream

can become more, in reality.

And if that is true,

was I really asleep?