parallel universe

The Sleeping Gypsy, Henry Rousseau

As night lengthens dreams start to find their way back at sleep. They slip through the linen, creep into the blanket, and loiter about my pillow.

Last night I dreamt of a parallel universe.

I had no idea I was dreaming, but I was sober, living in a day as it should be lived with the rationale of a dream. I can't really recall the details, except one scenario when I was staring at the russet sky overcast with clouds and suddenly came to the realization that there's another dimension of life in which I also exist, though perhaps in a different way, in a reality not quite the same with the one that dominates my perspective. The two worlds are going on at the same time, not with one being the present but the other the past or future. They just co-exist. Then I felt consoled, my troubled mind at peace because of the hope of an alternative.

This is the point when I opened my eyes and found myself on my bed. The sun had not risen.