Dream Within a Dream

Have you ever had a dream within a dream? I’m not talking about marriage (with or without a speech impediment), I’m talking about a literal dream within a dream, Inception-style. I’m talking about dreaming that you’re dreaming. More often, dreaming that you’re waking up. And then realizing you’re still dreaming. And then waking up.

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This. This is what I’m talking about.

So, this morning, I was trying to go back to sleep. But since Ethan and I set a goal not to sleep in anymore, and since my husband is super helpful and supportive of my goals, he was trying to get me to wake up. And after a while, I finally decided he was probably right. I should get up.

Trouble is, by that time I was already pretty out of it. I mean, one minute I was driving along the Pulaski Skyway, and the next minute, I was waking up to tell Ethan I wanted to go to New Jersey. Then I realized I was still asleep, and I wasn’t talking to the real Ethan. So I woke up and perused my study journal for a bit. I found a spot where I had either been speaking in tongues or falling asleep, and I showed it to Ethan. “Look,” I said. “Why would I write ‘I need to temple my Zebulon’?” He thought it was funny.

And then I woke up. Ethan was lying next to me in bed, watching something on the laptop. I rubbed my eyes and told him I had just had one of those waking-up dreams. I told him about templing my Zebulon. I told him about the Pulaski Skyway. And then I blinked slowly, and when my eyes opened, he was not where I left him. When I closed my eyes, Ethan had been lying next to me. Now he was sitting up, facing the other way. Aw, man.

I started over, this time listening to make sure it sounded like everyone was awake. We weren’t. I could tell because I wasn’t opening my mouth when I spoke. So I woke up again.

I tried again. This time, I could tell right off the bat that I wasn’t awake, so I didn’t even try to talk anymore. I just waited.

After a few tiring minutes, I eventually came to a point where I was pretty sure I was awake. I could speak with my mouth. I could see Ethan. Everything made sense. There was sound coming out of my mouth – audible sound. I told him all about it one more time.

And then I woke up for real. ♦

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