he wasnt often awakened from his sleep by dreaming  

usually the culprit is having to take a leakshouldnt have drank all that tea before bed

he wasnt usually awakened by dreams because he could manipulate hisif he wanted  rather than act in themwitness them and also react between being the witness and the actor conferees

hed been doing it for so long he took it for granted

sex dreams were a kickhe could be on the bottom he could be the aggressor and take it anywhere he wanted or he could be taken anywhere she wanted  or they wanted hed had orgy dreams where more than half the partners were him male and female

                       he woke from those exhausted and usually napped the following afternoon

but he didnt wake up during sex dreams 

                                           no coitus interruptus and no onehimself included ever got knocked up

often the bummer of sex Youre wha Awman  not Amen

his daughter had been waking him up as she did when she was a little girl Daddy. I have to go potty. You can go pottyhoney Youre a big girl  Yes. But would you take me, please?

he got up out of bed and took her every time she ever asked him

standing in the bathroomunder the coloured nightlife he watched her pee her little heart out or they talked and talked  antalked

Baby I thought you had to go potty

I do. I do.  I will.

Some time  tonight

You’re funny, Daddy. Yes. Tonight.

no matter how quickly or how long it took he was going to be there

                                                                       because

a time would come when she wouldnt wake himwhen she go to potty by herself when she was a big girl and hed miss her waking him

You’re the best Dad.

she died

he wakes from his dreams when either his dreamed-self or his dreaming-self remembers she did remembers the gift of being with her the last three months she was alive caring for her

she believed she could beat her illness

he stuffed his reality and convinced himself that she could too

he would be reeling that she died

they didnt believe she would

curiously he woke last nightthis morningthe sun wasnt up yet his bedroom windows face east he didnt hang blinds or curtains to hide it

what woke him was his dreamed-self berating someone who had given him a tablet to read  he was very direct he was evidently upset with the writer  the writer handed him the tablet 

Are you hiding from somethingfrom someone he demanded My Gawd the script Its so smallits timid The ink is faintits blue  Why as he read  WHY are you uncommittedwhy are you vacillating  Commit   JUST COMMIT 

the writer his dreaming-self recognised was backing away from his dreamed-self as his dreamed-self read and spoke  

he threw the tablet at the retreating writer

he was wakinghe was hypnagogic he heard the pages flutter as he threw the paper tablet My Gawdman he was incensed his dreaming-self stood as a mute witness That was exactly a pomegranate filled with shriveled arid fruit  seeds like stale raisins Colourless

he was awake

his dreamed-self wasnt harsh

harsh is hard for him to determine because he is severe

0702 & 1044,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  6. 20

Doris Day  Dream a Little Dream of Me  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7j8wa9sWOE