Reason

We often times talk ourselves into being something we're not.
My drunken state can form clear thoughts and make decisions,
with some focus and effort exerted on my behalf. Dreams are
different. In my dreams my guardian came to me and held me
back. Just knowing that she was there made a world of difference.
I tried to reason myself awake but my dream took over.
It took me to a familiar place, yet I didn't recognize it. A joy
came over me as though I belonged there, a feeling I've only
felt once before. I slowly began to wake up, finding myself
trying to hold onto my dream. Perhaps if I make it a memory
it will change me. I'll reason that it wasn't a dream, but an
experience.