Surreal.

Lately I've been crawling in and out of dreams. I rest my head and let my mind wander and my, does it wander far. And then I realise my thoughts seem different, and I wonder why they are so, and then I understand that they are all but a dream. The feeling itself is surreal - being on the line where dream and reality are defined, choosing which to allow to tell which is which, and falling into that side while climbing out of the other, at least for a while.