I’m Asleep

“This has to be a dream, right?” I said to the man, firmly shaking him. He was petrified, in the middle of downtown Brooklyn there was a crazed man shaking him. “Am I still asleep?”

“No, man. What the hell is wrong with you?” He screamed, batting away my arms. He walked away, trying not to look at me. I ventured onward, the sun seeming closer and more violet than I remember. I still can’t tell if that’s normal. My dream seemed so real, but all of the details were slightly different to the world I remember.

I cut across the deserted street into central park. Looking around I could see how dream-seeming this would could be. The trees were all uniform and all arranged in a way that would betray its sense of being natural. However, I didn’t want to pinch myself or anything like that. If this was real, then it was a good reality. If it was a dream, it’s a dream I want to savour. Or I may be dead, that is also a very real possibility I understand. But how could one want to leave? It had a nice feeling attached to it. The trees seemed to be looking at me, like a crowd would look at their favourite musician. I hopped the fence on the other side into the void. Damn. Looks like I was right.