Dreams

I slept in a littel today. And being stressed out as
I normally am, I kept dreaming that I'm waking up.
It's really tiring. I'll "wake up", and then realise
I'm just dreaming that I woke up, so I'll "wake up"
from the dream and get up, and try to varify that this
is real, and when I convince myself that it's real,
I'll find that it's still a dream. Then I'll wake up
from that dream, and the cycle continues.

Once I really got up I got really paranoid about whether
this is still a dream. And convinced that there's no way
in knowing. When I was in the dream I thought that was
real too. Sure there were things that now I woke up I
wonder why I didn't pick up at all. But when I was in the
dream it made sense. I even felt pain when I bumped into
the bookshelves in the dream, and decided that this pain
can't be a dream.

So maybe right now I'm typing this in my dream. Who knows.
Or maybe you're just dreaming about reading my blog. :)