Layer one. Basement. Old. Nail place. I was getting my nails done but I saw myself pulling some skin off my heel. I went to the counter to tell my husband this was a dream. I tried to snap out of the dream, only to find myself in another dream.
Layer two. An empty street. Familiar but cannot recall the name of the area. I was driving. I made a turn into what seemed like a marketplace. Again, familiar but vaguely.
I told myself "OK! I gotta' get out of this dream. It is a dream".
Layer three. Another setting. I thought I was awake because it looked like I was in my living room. But then I thought if I were awake, how come I am not in the bedroom?
The feeling was nothing short of eerie; but only because I wanted to wake up -- and not because it was nightmarish. I opened my eyes. I saw the time on the ceiling as I lay on the bed. 3:54 a.m. It's too early to get up but I need to wake up. "What day is it today?" I wondered, as I tried to find my bearings.
Somebody told me to wiggle my toes if I was having a nightmare. Though it wasn't really a nightmare, I wiggled my toes. I opened my eyes again. I guess I'm back to reality because I felt the urge to run to the bathroom.
Layer four. I got up, but could not find the bathroom. Could not even recognize where I was.
I told myself I am still dreaming. But it felt as if it were real.
I stopped struggling to wake up. I let my dream take me to where it wanted to take me.
I opened my eyes. The time on the ceiling was 7:38 a.m. My exposed foot felt the cold air coming from the fan, but the warmth of the blanket gave comfort. I'm awake!
Before I got up from bed... I tried to recall bits and pieces of the dream. Didn't make sense. But it's kind of amazing... and weird.
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