I lived
a thousand lives
last night
became
a me
that was not
me
loved
fought
wept
grew
changed
and I awaken
and grieve
for the growth
undone
by lids drawn open
to the new day
Did I 
ride piggyback
on someone else’s
consciousness
for eight
solid
hours?
So vivid
these dreams
they make
reality pale
and tremble
as I wonder
which is
which.