22nd
Where Am I?
I awake to find myself lying upon a field of tall grass with purple and orange flowers covering much of the expanse before me and there is a slight chill in the air. From the position of the sun just over the horizon and the dew that has made my clothes damp I guess it to be early morning, but ‘where am I?’ is the question.
The last thing I remember, I was turning in for the night while listening to an old owl calling out to his brethren out by the barn. My wife sleeping beside me, our baby daughter Jessica tucked away in bed. I was so tired, it was 12:45 am I think. I was still wearing my shorts and a white t-shirt so I must’ve just passed out as I sat on the bed.
I must be dreaming. There can be no other explanation. If it is a dream, it is the most life-like dream I have ever had. I can feel the grass around me and the earth is solid, attested by the fact that my body is stiff from lying on it and my skin is itchy. My wet clothes aren’t helping the situation any either.
Was I taken in the middle of the night and left here? Drugged? No, I would remember some kind of struggle, something. Alicia, is she all right? Jessica… oh no. No, don’t panic I thought to myself. This is a dream and in a little while, I’ll wake up and it’ll be morning and time for work.
Another alternative creeps into my head, one that scares me more than any other. What if I’m in a coma or something and in the hospital unable to wake up? Am I trapped here, unable to wake up from this dream? Is that why it seems so life-like? All of these questions and more fill my head, but I try not to panic.
I’ll just take a walk, that’ll clear my head. I’ll walk and see what there is to see and if I wake up, it’ll be nothing than the strangest dream I ever had. If not… then I wonder if I will ever find any answers.
