sonnet As often bone tired

As often bone tired I think that Ill not
Again wake dopamine the deadly drug
A double duvet wraps me dry and snug
I might unroll Egyptian mummy rot
I voyage bright pleasant scenes bereft of plot
Theyre idylls memory free lightest lug
The gentle silent strangers mutely mug
I scan their scripts not mine in style a jot
These astral journeys act as alternates
No dreams nought from my life in them
No clue subconscious bubbling up emblem
A building room or hall looks real just waits
One day Ill hear a stranger who rings true
Or do once more in real life de ja vu
Chorus true authentic valid