Ever have a dream that seemed so real, you couldn't tell the difference between it and real life
? Lately, that is the way reality
seems to me.
I'm driving down the road, and suddenly I think, "This could be a dream...". But it's not. Or at least, I don't think it is. So why don't I just swerve into oncoming traffic and find out? Am I really awake? I'd never know until it's too late.
Sometimes everything seems to go wrong all at once, and I think, "This has to be a dream." But it's not. Or at least I don't think it is. People crowding in a line all the way out the door, all needing my attention, yelling to be heard over the noise of others already well into their own complaints. So why don't I just quit my job and walk out right then? Am I really awake? I'd never know until it's too late.
My mother tells me my grandpa just died. I think, "No! This is just a dream!" But it's not. At least I don't think it is. I see his body in the coffin, hold his cold, stiff hand that will never deal a deck of cards again. Should I scream that this isn't happening? That my grandpa is still alive, that the chemotherapy was working, dammit! He was fine yesterday. But am I really awake? I'd never know until it's too late.