When my alarm goes off in the morning, I usually still have half an hour or an hour to sleep. I nap in ten-minute intervals until I absolutely have to get up. Usually I dream during these intervals, sometimes very intensely. This week the dreams have seemed to become more intense the closer I get to the time I have to get out of bed, perhaps because I cling more desperately to sleep the closer I get to giving it up. I wake up to my cellphone ringing and I feel like I’ve lived an entire lifetime in those last ten unconscious minutes and I’m uncertain of the world I’ve woken up to. This morning the last dream I had confused me more than usual, and I felt disturbed and anxious while I brushed my teeth and drank breakfast and showered and dressed and ran my fingers through my hair and left for work. The strength of the memory of the dream and often the memory itself fades quickly, within less than a day. At the same time some dreams and their strangeness have started to become familiar.