Waking up

(Haven't finished starting on my book challenge, accidentally began reading "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman. Bare with me.)

This morning I had a lot of trouble waking up. My eyes did not want to open, consciousness took a while to arrive. Every time I thought I was awake, I got out bed and wandered into the spare room (soon to be nursery) and checked the weather. As I do each day.
But I was dreaming myself awake. Which is an odd thing to do. To be aware within a dream that one is asleep and aware at the same time that they are awake within a dream. Whenever I would get up out of bed in my dream, something would stand out as obviously not part of the waking world. The room would be different in a subtle way or it could be the middle of the day or there was some feeling, nuance that told me this was a dream.

This occurred enough to remind me of those musings about dreams, the waking world and existence in either. I felt this morning was a good case for wondering if I'm not asleep still... (pretty boring dream so far, a lot less space aliens and random rock guitar solo's than I'd usually expect.)