At times, it feels as if awareness is a repetitive dream and the unconscious is the real me.

The problem is not remembering enough of it when waking up but also having no control while in them.

A comparable analogy is being submerged in the ocean, face up, looking at the sky visible through the distortions of the surface while physically constrained by the weight of the water.

Sound is created by thought and images flowing in all directions.

Sometimes, aware of the approach of consciousness, sensing that although still unconscious, the point of awakening is perceived and I become what I think I am.

Although residue of a lost abstract haunt what I consider.

All that is elusive is not asleep.