It was so real that when I woke up. For the ninth time in the last nine weeks, I did not know anything beyond the dreams. Where I was, or who I was, were things I didn't know. The darkness of the room hid my identity from me. I shifted on my side. The bed feels familiar. I thought. But where is this? What year? The darkness lorded over the room, save for a dim light from underneath the door. It came back to me, and the dream seemed even more terrifying.
It took me too far from reality, or too far from the dream.
Waking up felt as real as the dream.
I wanted to go back to sleep.
But with my eyes open, hand reaching for the light-switch, I realized I soon would be.
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