sleeping mode is personal

Reality and dreams mix up and its so hard to separate them from each other. I fall asleep at my working table and wake up on a singing white dune. I wake up in a bus №6 though i closed my eyes on a skyscrapers roof. Like Tarot cards divination my unconcious reflects past and future and no present simple. In fact dreams is nothing more but a reflection of our experience, hopes, aspirations and fears. They exist on dark side of the looking glass while we stay on the other one. Dreams are incorporeal unreal abstraction.But still sometimes waking up I feel last winters bitter aftertaste on lips and sand from these faraway countries I've never been to cracking on my teeth. Maybe all last year revolutions are just a shadow play on a mirrors surface. Maybe I'm still asleep.