My mind is confused because my dreams are a muddle. I fear to dream a midnight dream and I fear to dream a waking dream. I fear to sleep and I fear to wake. I may be confusing my days with my nights. Or, maybe my life has slipped away and in the after world the days are nights and nights are days. Or, maybe there is no day and no night, but a twilight somewhere in between. A twilight where sleeping dreams are really waking dreams leaving my mind to wonder and wander through a world of cockamamie.