re this, I can say my father wakes from sleep but barely out of dreams. he comes from a place where time is very different. where time remembers, and he floats. Provincetown when he was a kid, his grandfather owned a store. or further along the temporal river, swimming, lost. in the morning he often realizes he got up in the middle of the night, was confused, is a touch embarassed. the transition out from dreams, in the ever long nights. but I did not come, and he has forgotten them.