Where Lies Reality

In my sweet dreams

I can float and swim like a fish.

Can extract air from the water,

as they do.

And breathe it out

in pretty chains of bubbles.

But in my dark dreams,

the nightmarish ones,

this is just a pretence.

The only air is within me

and the bubbles lost to me

which soon will cease

as I continue to float

upwards.

Can reality lie

in my dreams?