Fathers - “Tumbling”
He woke with a startled sense of urgency. In the thick, foggy consciousness, just as he was beginning to realize that he was awake, he recalled the dream once again. Standing there, in the middle of a city he’d visited only once but somehow knew as intimately as the street he’d grown up on, observing the blurred spectacle. He wasn’t actually standing there in the dream, though. He couldn’t walk down the streets or through the parks or into buildings. He was an outsider, an onlooker; unable to exist, only catching a thousand tiny glimpses that hardly added up to anything at all. Infinitely drifting, spiraling, tumbling in the wrong direction— not even believing in a correct direction. Holding on to the faint and tattered images that were once bold and vivid, a blurred outline of former ambition.
He woke with a startled sense of urgency, but promptly rolled over and delved into senselessness yet again.