The Myth of the Wakening of Brahma

This myth consoles me.
I don't believe it,
But rather it reflects
The way in which my delusions work.
That somewhere in my subconscious
I believe I am asleep, 
Upon a table, near death,
And I am meandering through this purgatorial cosmos.

That I lay there, like Brahma,
And this world is my dream.

The fact is all of my delusions can be rooted
In something like this.

And I find that's what bad religion does
Is play upon those subconscious fears;
Rather than confirm the material world
It tries to find ways to cause doubt.