In my world there’s a flimsy gauze between sleep and morning time. It’s translucent enough to remember your dreams with clarity and access that part of your mind that doesn’t bother with logic but rather grabs random pieces of data and stitches them together. Consider this: Shortly after I woke up I was humming the tune “Winter Wonderland” but with the following lyrics:
And the friends that we made,
Have long since decayed,
Stumbling through a zombie wonderland.