Snippets of a Mind.

Haze, fog, I’m sifting through it trying to clear its path, get my focus in line. Is this in my dream? Is it my reality? Has my sleep finally come without the night terrors consuming me in their violent death grip?! My mind is reeling like a fishing pole working double time, trying to capture an unbelievable sized piggy of a prize. I’m breathing spastically and now I realize I need to wake up, it’s indeed in my dreams. I am grateful for the fact that I didn’t have the dream about my stroke again, but this one was absolutely another wake up call telling me to evaluate another portion of my life. This life that I’ve been…