7. Am I Awake or Asleep? — Lyrics

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Lyrics

Coping is curious
Company is mysterious
Am I awake or asleep?

[Intro — spoken word]
I forget my dreams
But my dreams don’t forget me
…

[Verse]
Dreams speak to me
They walk with me
talk with me
Laugh with me
If it’s all in my head
What do I wanna see?
Dreams speak to me
They walk with me
talk with me
Laugh with me
If it’s all in my head
What do I wanna see?

[Pre-Chorus]
Coping is curious
Company is mysterious
Am I awake or asleep?
Am I awake or asleep?
Am I awake or asleep?
Delirious…
Delirious

[Chorus]
’Cause I
I’m on the edge
Of something deep
And my dreams
They speak to me
They speak to me
’Cause I
I’m on the edge
Of something deep
And my dreams
They speak to me
They speak to me

[Pre-Chorus]
Coping is curious
Company is mysterious
Am I awake or asleep?
Am I awake or asleep?
Am I awake or asleep?
Delirious…
Delirious

[Chorus]
’Cause I
I’m on the edge
Of something deep
And my dreams
They speak to me
They speak to me
’Cause I
I’m on the edge
Of something deep
And my dreams
They speak to me
They speak to me

[Outro — spoken word]
I forget my dreams
But my dreams don’t forget me

About This Song

To me, this song is about realizing waking life is also a dream.

I wrote it from that blurred place where the edges soften — where I started noticing that the way dreams move and the way life moves aren’t actually that different.

The dream that keeps going

Years ago, when I was pregnant, I spent time experimenting with lucid dreaming. I had several dreams I was able to return to when I fell asleep, and a couple of successful lucid attempts.

I used to have regular nightmares. Insomnia. A fear of sleep. My dreams were intense enough to ruin my whole day after waking.

At the time, I had heard — and didn’t know whether it was true — that when you’re pregnant, your baby can see your dreams too. Knowing the content of mine, the thought of my son seeing them terrified me.

That fear is what pushed me toward dream recall.

I started keeping a dream journal under my pillow. I wrote everything down as soon as I woke up — which was often, since I had to pee so much. The nights were fragmented. The writing was messy.

When I learned about lucid dreaming, I had two experiences where I was able to change a nightmare from the inside. I altered the direction of the dream, and one of them even shifted into a cartoon.

That experience stayed with me.

And I never had nightmares again.

I didn’t wake up with answers.
I woke up with a different posture.

If awareness can change a dream…
what happens when that same awareness is brought here?

“If it’s all in my head…”

If it’s all in my head, what do I want to see?

That question opens something subtle.

If attention shapes dreams,
attention shapes mornings.
Conversations.
Money.
Health.
Beliefs.
Momentum.

Nothing flips overnight.
Direction starts shifting.

Some of the teachers I love talk about emotion as guidance and perception as a steering wheel. This song is me noticing that in real time — watching how focus and feeling quietly organize experience.

The dream doesn’t end.
The relationship to it changes.

Delirious

I chose that word because it feels like the threshold.

That place where certainty loosens.
Where meaning feels close.
Where the rules soften without disappearing.

Delirious isn’t broken here.
It’s attentive.

Why it sits here in the album

After Tree Is in the Crow restores agency, this song opens perception.

It asks me to notice how much choice lives in attention. How much movement happens when the scene is met with curiosity instead of rigidity.

It’s the album’s wake-up-inside-the-dream moment.

Not an awakening that escapes the world —
one that moves inside it differently.

What I was learning

I don’t need to escape reality.
I can meet it.

I can listen.
I can choose.
I can adjust the story while it’s still being told.

That’s what this song holds.

Thank you for listening at the edge.
Thank you for staying curious.

May the edge stay visible when you wake.
May the rules keep loosening kindly.
May the dream keep speaking clearly.
May waking life listen back.

A little crow’s on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦‍⬛