I woke up wondering if that extremely life-like feeling dream was real.
I decided I could not have possibly tried to get in the neighbors house where the giant dog was barking. I would not have pissed in someone's front yard. It was all a bizarre dream.
But how did I get these cuts and bruises on the bottoms of my feet? Was I truly walking barefoot on the rocks, crossing that familiar street?
I can't separate what was dream and what truly happened.
My sleep walking has reached new levels.