Poke, poke

I jumped awake this morning, heart pounding and thoughts racing.  Somebodies finger had just given me a startling poke in my side! 

As is my norm I was lost in a vivid dream, this time it was dusk and a group of picnic tables were gathered in a clearing around a bonfire.   The weather was perfect, the birds were chirping and the mood was light.  At the picnic tables sat more than a dozen or so of my friends and acquaintances from California.  (If you’re from California and you’re reading this, you were there.)  At one table there were three guys singing a little ditty about someone who had crossed paths with a skunk and a possum.  I remember one particular lady (with the initials M.F.) saying “Awww, I like possums.  They’re so cute!”.  We were all laughing and carrying on when all of a sudden somebody sneaked up behind me and goosed my side!  Normally that gets a good laugh, but in this case that poke was reality not dream! 

I enjoy dreaming and I like that brief moment where the line of awake and sleep are blurred but sometimes I wonder if I dream more vividly than anyone I know.  I’ve woken up crying, I’ve woken up scared.  One of the strangest feelings was waking up laughing out loud.  This time I woke up because I had just poked my own finger into my side!