Waking Up

There is a one-sentence hebrew prayer that can be said when one wakes up. It thanks god for returning one's soul for a new day. It is one of the handful of rituals I still do sometimes. But it provokes a question that everyone asks when they are young and then forgets about most of the time. In which time period am I truly awake? In which state am I dreaming more?

Maybe I should add a few lines. Thanks for another day where my sight will be skewed and limited, but where I'll have opportunities to transcend and take in a much more infinite picture in which I am a sparkly bouncing speck.