Balanced On the Edge

Too much sleep in the morning led to this dream: I’m lying on a recliner in an empty hall. The walls are white. A student with long dark hair approaches me and asks me to read her poem.

The problem is that I can’t keep my eyes open long enough to read the words.

Of course, we usually can’t read in our dreams. If you ever find yourself trying to read in a dream, you might be able to remind yourself that you’re dreaming, and become conscious in the dream.

I tell the girl she’ll have to read the poem aloud if she wants me to give her my response. I keep trying to open my eyes, catching glimpses of a column of typed words running down the middle of a white page.

In the end I force myself awake, without ever knowing what her poem was about.