In hazes of soft slumber
I slip into another dimension,
whose permeable membrane
I can only penetrate in dreams,
awakening to an alternate reality,
activating forgotten, familiar, memories,
of things that never happened,
places that never were,
people I never knew,
in a time that never was
A proxy verisimilitude
more real than any daylight hours
with visions and emotions more vivid
than these now living
Memories so fixed
in my evolutionary foundation
that I trust them
beyond the actual occurrence of sensations
A reality so reliable and above suspicion
that it is hard wired into my consciousness
and is no less believable
than this, from which I speak