Waking Up and the Confusion Encountered Upon Doing So (May 2020)
Where, Who, Am I?
The sensation that wakes me resolves into a hand on my shoulder applying a gentle pressure, enough to intrude on my dream as the terror of being grabbed suddenly from behind.
I'm in the passenger seat of a car, the driver waking me with a lover's tenderness. But I don't recognise them.
Through the vehicle's window, I see we're parked outside a thick walled cottage on a narrow village street, unfamiliar in the streetlights' sodium glow.
"Hey, we're home," says the driver softly.
I try to recall the dream, quickly fading as reality asserts dominance. I want to go back. An attempt to capture the feeling of being out of place immediately after waking up. Or maybe something about neuro-degeneration. I'm not entirely sure.