Morning Dreams
They’re chasing me. I hear the dogs. There is garbled German, but I can understand. First crawling, then swimming, then washed downstream. I try, but cannot get to the edge. I’m so sluggish it’s like I’m submerged under a wet wool blanket. Wait! I am under a blanket.
It's dark, but morning, and no one is up. I reach over for the bedside journal to jot down my memories. Why do I have such vivid dreams in the mornings? I remember them, too. It always happens when something wakes me up, usually a dog or a cat, and I eventually fall back asleep for an hour or so. I relive them all day long.
What happens the rest of the night? Is that it? Are there no dreams during the other previous span of sleep or do I simply not remember them? Is that part of the night literally what I said, the rest of the night?