Awakening From Pleasant Dreams

Awakening From Pleasant Dreams... No matter scant details recalled upon arising from slumber, this even though submerged into deep unconscious - (as ifmine being plunged bajillion miles subterranean catacombs) thoroughly saturated with inaccessible facets of my person then Poof – like a magic dragon! Every last detail vanishes without a trace, whence each eyelid slowly opens (never jarred out sleep) - only my own Circadian clock determines when (no idea how) body electric (temporary property of mortal christened Matthew Scott Harris) returns yours truly to state of consciousness, or thee closest approximation thereof, where by sense and sense and sensibility minus pride and prejudice immediately severed, no longer linked tin (analogous to Internet Error Code 404 - page not found) finds me straining with might of Hercules - all in vain, yet lingering drowsiness (torpor still main training strong toehold) dissipates ever so slowly, thus rendering ability impossible to cogitate - quite helpful when reading or write ting, and when cerebral clarity becomes manifest...nary a whisper recollected, when mean drama exploded within pitted cranial fifty plus shades of gray matter parameters suddenly vibrant rattletrap quiescence, a proxy armistice snatching at lightspeed any recollection rendering sleepyhead (non talking) befuddled, confused, dazed... numbskull pre vented (even with proper clearance) access to top secrete, potential mutinous, juicy fruit confidential data, which necessitates one bushy eyed and bright tailed primate to scratch his noggin with futility although well rested fitful without ways nor means to dredge up sunken treasures briefly uncovered during stretch of time hide nave hoar did blink, none zee less..., an enjoyable shuteye state of being - allowing, enabling, and providing short lived respite bearing down as if trying to shrug off atlas!