Do you know what time it is?

Yesterday I was going to do something and now it's tomorrow already and

I forgot what it was I didn't do.  The clock still says today, but I

know better.  It may already be too late.  I don't know.  Isn't it

strange how it has never been this late before and still it is the

present.  I expected it to be much later than that.  It's already later

than it was when I recently mentioned that it had never been so late and

the clock still hasn't moved a second beyond now.  How can that be?  Why

isn't it the future yet?

It's absurd details like this that reveal dreams to be dreams to the

attentive sleeper as opposed to the reality of consciousness.  So is

there any doubt as to what this is?  If it is a dream then you aren't

real, just a product of my imagination and as such cannot do or say

anything that I can't say or do.  Your fleeting existence will leave no

sign in the new morning.  Can you prove you're real?

I suddenly feel an ominous sense of foreboding.  If you can prove your

reality then it must be your dream, and in that case I'm the one who

isn't real and then this sense of imminent peril is actually yours

bestowed upon me for reasons that would be meaningless for me to try to

understand.  I'll let you be in my dream if it is mine if you'll let me

be in your dream if it is yours.  Is it a deal?