dreaming

There are certain dreams that I have that are almost lucid, but not quite. Where at a certain point in the dream, I consider the possibility that I may be dreaming, but end up deciding that no, this is in fact reality.

When I wake up, I feel incredibly foolish. Of course it was a dream. Everything in it was dream-like: the lack of details, the sluggishness of my movement, the entire absurdity of what I was doing. And yet, having not waken, I could have accepted it as reality.

And maybe we are dreaming now, accepting this as reality when it is so much less than what was planned for us. Maybe life after death is somewhat of an awakening. Random thought.

Oh, and I was reminded of this recently:
"I regard no man as poor who has a godly mother"
-Abe Lincoln