To sleep perchance to dream

Sometimes I awaken from dreams disoriented and worn out.

Imagine careening down a bicycle path in a too big car.  The person driving pays no attention to me, the terrified child strapped into the window seat staring out over the abyss below.

It is my dream so I am really the driver too!  

Everything in this dream is me.  I am the director, producer, and actors all rolled into one.  It is a cosmic cartoon as seen by some dark script writer snuggled up in the middle of my brain.

My dreams engulf me with feelings, familiar feelings whose seeds began before I was old enough to have any control over my life.

Now I do have control though and I need to remember that!  Embrace it!