Nightmare

Have you ever noticed that realm between dreaming and waking up? Bear with me, it is not a place that easily yields to language. Perhaps, it is best described as the world between our illusions and our perceived reality. A few minutes of utter confusion, as the shadow of a dream slowly retreats. It is where rationality conflicts with chaos, it is where the left hemisphere struggles for control over random images and thoughts. Not all together an enjoyable process, but it is the start of each and every morning before I get aware enough to start with my morning routine.

I fear terribly that on one day, I will not be able to leave that place and I would remain trapped. Trapped in the prison of a dream, without grasping the whole. Yet with enough reflection to be painfully aware of the fact that I am but a mere echo of the person I should be. Forever caught between two worlds, not belonging to either.