Dreaming Again Poem by Paul Butters

I'm in a sleeping dream again:
Some bloke takes me into a nearby empty room
And asks me why I've done what I've done.
I'm so surprised.
A colleague says she had to tell him
What I'd done.
Another shock
Before I awake.

Now I see this dream is rooted in memory, real.
Yet how could my Id surprise me yet again?
Did I tap into a source
External?
Was it God
Or Aliens
Or someone or something
Else
Who sprang these shocks on me?

Am I two people
Rolled into one?
Or but a radio receiver
Picking up some telepathic waves?

I cannot help but ask these things.
For, when I die, will I
Fall
To
Deeper
Sleep
And Dream.