Dreams

…..the alarm clock rang shrilly somewhere off to his left, and he instinctively realized that he was currently in the process of switching gears from a deeper level of consciousness to this shallower one which seemed to altogether characterize his banal days spent on Earth’s crust. And he grunted softly in dissatisfaction, for he knew that he was leaving unfinished business behind, probably never to be finished at any point in the future.  That dream from just seconds before still lingered in his brain because it was so vivid, so lifelike……so crucial to his very existence!  And yet he knew as soon as he hopped out of bed and started getting dressed for the new day now fully arrived, that weird but somehow essential storyline from the night before would hurriedly disappear from his memory banks not unlike the dementia which hangs around to relentlessly plague countless old farts–doubtless never to reappear in the exact same fashion.  So he mourned the inevitable loss of an integral part of himself as he pulled on his trousers and stared in the dresser mirror, inasmuch as that narrative in which he was the featured player just minutes earlier was now destined for consciousness’s trashbin, and–shifting ahead in time twenty four hours–then too he would almost certainly find himself decrying the permanent loss of another different but no less critical plotline ginned up by his subconscious gremlins while the remainder of his body slept…..