Sleep Writing

I had just fallen asleep on my recliner. I concentrated of the quietness, the sounds of the cars. I let my mind float away. This came out:

"The quiet sounds like the number seven.
My subconscious drifts to the back of my skull.
It awakens, wraps around, waving goodbye to my eardrums and slams on the brakes when it reaches my ocular cavity."

  I should do that more often. Maybe not, I dunno.