The Object of the Dream

You had a dream you believed you had
In front of a paying audience.
In the dream, you had been sent to sleep
But woke to the realization
You had only dreamed that you’d been sleeping.
You remembered getting the needle.
You recalled joking, “So Long for Now!”
But you couldn’t recall waking up.
You kept asking, “What time’s surgery?”
Thinking it had somehow been postponed,
Then waking to realize, all done.
Imagine this went on forever,
At least from your own perspective, rising
To say you’d been dreaming not sleeping,
Then realizing that was the dreaming.