It went on and on.  I could not seem to or want to wake up.  It was all so real.  The images and emotions of it all kept me wanting to see more and to experience it all.  I believed it was all so real.  So much so that I did what I thought I had to do to perpetuate that reality.

            As I rolled over and ever so slightly I started to realize that I was in a dream. I realized that I would wake up soon.  I held onto the dream.  I held so strong that I did not want to wake up.  I felt if I could just stay asleep a bit longer that I would remember the dream.  The alarm clock rang and I reached over to turn it off.  I rubbed my eyes and thought wow I was dreaming but for the life of me I can’t remember it.  I wish I could remember even just a little bit.  I know it felt real but what was it I dreamt of. 

            As I started my day and went through the motions of my daily routine I caught a glimpse of remembering. Remembering that dream I had last night was somehow more real than what I had believed.  Still it was unclear.  I went on with my day.