Stay awake.
Praying at all times for the strength to survive.
I dream I am swimming in a lake.
I cannot reach my children stranded on an island, hard as I strive.

I had no idea how I could ever get back to my house.
Then the tide turned again and I was home with children in an instant.
Such is the dream world , one moment as fast as a stag the next as slow as a louse.
Home is gained in a moment though so far distant.

Maybe the dream world is more real than reality.
If you have faith you can swim like an Olympian.
Life may be gritty.
Happy or dystopian.

I awoke from my slumber.
And all again is slow and difficult, weighed down with life’s faithless slumber.