Do I fear?

Do I fear that I dream
When I dream?
Or dream that I fear
That I dream?
I sit on the side of the bed
And argue
About your level of reality.
You try to tell me “never mind”
But the matter is serious.
I am the same.
That is my misfortune.
You have the provisional reality
Of a succubus.
I talk to set my mind at rest,
As good a reason
As any put forward
By the man I saw yesterday
Talking to himself, who said
“Let's get everything into its proper place
Proper place”