Dream #6: Asleep at the Dream
06.14.2010 § Leave a comment
I’m driving in my mother’s van to my weekly psychotherapy appointment. I’m going east on 64, so I’m coming from home, not work. This is apparently before I get a job at my father’s office. I’m at the final intersection of this hour and a half long ritual commute, but I can’t help it: I’m falling asleep at the wheel. Acutely aware of this, I’m frustrated and terrified at my utter lack of will to stop it. I feel at the mercy of nothing more than my adrenaline’s threshold to overcome my body’s capitulation to fatigue. I reach deep down into my motor will to rip out a loud sound and yank myself awake, only to find that I have been desperately trying to fall asleep on an airplane to St. Louis on business.