I awoke this morning in that old 5:00 AM terror, tangled in sheets and being strangled by my own hair. I was gasping for breath and the moisture above my lip (though my shoulders were bare) helped me to recognize that yes, I had been taken by surprise, so rudely ousted from dream to hyperdream. And it was at that moment - my elbows supporting me, my eyes hovering about in wild disarray - that I truly, honestly questioned not the hour nor the day but my entire being. No Where? could suffice; no recollection of unconscious mindplay or repositioning of my startled body would have done. Instead I thought, "Who am I?" and immediately fell back asleep.
Yes. That actually happened. ...I think.
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