I drink a lot of tea, probably more than one cup every two hours, which is fine, except when I consider myself seventy-eight years old. My bladder has developed a limited capacity.

This limited capacity means I need to pee just as regularly as I drink tea. While this is acceptable (I am not a teenager anymore), it results in me being awakened at night every couple of hours to pee.

Nights are different; I no longer sleep until dawn or whenever daylight arrives. This regular interruption is evidently part of aging, and I have come to accept it as a part of life’s journey.

During normal sleep, the mind likely needs to finish its dreams before waking up, which results in the dreams concluding upon awakening. However, I rarely have any memory of those dreams.

Today, my body wakes me up before my bladder demands attention and before “dream interruptions” occur. I can now recall the last few seconds of an interrupted dream.

It has taken me a long time to understand why I remember so many dreams, but this journey of learning and discovery has been fascinating. This is my only conclusion: upon waking, I regularly remind myself, “REMEMBER THE DREAM.” As a result, I have achieved a sense of accomplishment in being able to recall at least the last few seconds—sometimes more—of my dreams.

I still have no understanding of how my body and mind work and how my dreams synchronize. But when I wake up and open my eyes, I face the same scene as in my dreams; a little darker, it incorporates the only visible areas in my room. The scene includes the light emitted from my kitchen, the light on my Microwave Oven, through the bedroom door, and the glimmer of light reflecting through the Venetian blinds.
I can hold that view or awaken fully by choice.