Philosophical Teddy - Dream Poem

I had that dream again, where I could fly in the oceans and swim through the suns. This time I couldn't tell if I was dreaming and tried to wake. I stared down at my limp body, wondering how long I was gone this time.

Seconds? Minutes? Lifetimes?

I reached down to tell if I was dreaming. I fell out of bed with a large thump. I looked up at the white washed ceiling. Wondering. Pondering.

When will be the last dream?