The dream

The dream.  For me when I dream it is often places that I know.  But they are all converging.  Literally one room can be the bathroom and then poof you are at work as you walk out the door.  Enough analogy and italics font.

     I was at work.  In fact it was the cubicle where I first had a temporary position in the building. My desk faced the window a good 30 feet away.  It was daytime.  The walls are blue, same as the carpet.  My current co-worker is now sitting opposite of me.  He didn't work for the company then.  We were having some sort of discussion.  I seem to think it was about us not communicating and such.  I said but we each have the others numbers on our cell phones.  And then he was gone.  I drifted off to sleep at my desk.  It was night and I was awake and still sitting when I heard some one say "Hello?"  Like walking into a room to see if anyone was there.I heard heels on a hard floor surface approaching.

      I was then home, in my bed.  Sleeping like I used to with my head to the head of the bed and facing the wall.  I awoke when someone poked me in my back.  I realized I was sinking into another deep sleep.  I struggled.  I have often had these things when I fall asleep.  I always fight them.  I cannot move.  I cannot make a sound.  I can only dispel it by moving or making a sound.  

     I tried crying out, moving a finger like a normally do.  Anything at all to break out of it.  Some how I was now on my back.  My head craning to the door.  Seemed to be a lot of Christmas lighting in the other room.  Finally I was able to yell and the spell was broken.  I tried to figure out where everyone was.
      
     I figured that mom was in her room, towards my feet.  My sister in the other room towards my head.  Then I corrected myself.  "No, mom is dead."  So it was my brother in law in her room and sister in the other.  "No, they are now in the same room.  Who is in the other room?"
     
     I heard my name and BANG.  I was now awake, not awake in the dream but here in reality.  I was sleeping as I do now, with my head to the foot of the bed.  I did it when mom was sick so I could hear her in the living room.  
     
     Is there meaning somewhere in there I don't know.  I don't have many dreams where I wake up in a dream.  I hope you enjoyed the tale.
     
Remember tomorrow is the tale of the co-worker.