We awake each day with nearly a blank slate. Perhaps some confusion if we were lucky enough to have an involving dream. For me it is always a surprise to be here. My dreams have me on so many various adventures, it is with some reluctance to realize I am back in this one.
It makes me think of the story of Dreams and Men and Butterflies. It goes something like:
I had a dream
I was a butterfly
that was having a dream
I was a man
For to me that is life. A dream and when this dream ends we merely awake in another. But while I am awake, I continue to do the best that I can do to make it through the day. Yet that is my struggle, the desire to stay awake and productive. Until I am in my next dream…