Tomorrow will not be too late.

Everything has become too real.  My dreams are too real.  It is unnerving to wake up at 4 am and have to try to sort out what happened and what did not.  What's worse- my drinking has blurred the distinction further.  When it was just dreams I could determine what was real and what was unreal.  Maybe not easily, but I got it there.

Now the dreams have shifted more and more to the plausible.  Roommate arguing about bills.  Buying a pair of shoes.  Going to Dick's for a bathing suit, seeing you there, cursing you.  Monstrous behavior.  Calm days.  Reading things I've never heard of.

How does drinking factor in?  There are glimpses of interactions with people.  Places gone to briefly.  These things are possible.  It is possible I've done these horrible things and am remembering them.  It is also possible they are just fragments of dreams.

Right now, I'm sure I'm awake and really typing this.  What if right now, the moments I'm sure I'm awake, I am really the dream-self in someone else's dream?  Would I have thoughts?  It seems like that would be possible.  If someone dreamed of me, it would be a representation of me so why wouldn't I be able to connect to that.  There are 4 people in this lab.  Two brunettes, a guy in a hat, and a black girl in a hat.  Could one of them be having a realistic dream about doing work in a lab?  Five people.  I missed a girl in the corner.  Is she having a dream, and in it, I've walked into the room and began typing away on this computer?

If she dreamed I died, would that affect me?  I could be someone she's passed before which is why she's brought me back into dreams.  Nothing romantic or desirable.  I'm just an extra.  Extras can die though.  At any moment a killer could appear.  A beast of some sort.  Maybe I'm here to prevent that?  If I reached into my pocket...what would I find?  If I find my wallet with the pigeon smoking a cigar, my license, an expired registration, about 40-60 bucks, a poem, and a Dunkin Donuts gift card (unused), then it would have to mean that this is reality.  There is no way she'd be able to dream the contents of my wallet so exactly.

Unless dreams can get linked.  Mine to hers.  My dream-selves becoming one so that pieces begin to fit together.  She has the physical part of me, the generalities.  Someone else might have me placed in a dream and that brings in things like tattoos and my ring, someone who knows me a little better fleshing out details.  Then either my own dream-self or my true-self is connecting and supplying the wallet, the contents of my bag, the fact that I knew my blog name and password.

This is beginning to hurt.