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.


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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