I wake up sweating, my face is wet with my tears, my arms hurt and my legs ache. Why are these dreams so damn real! What is happening to me?! I try to remember what happened, I’m not even sure what day it is. I remember news of Mom’s brother being injured but that he’ll be ok – but was that actually real or was it yet another dream? It must have been a dream.
I lay there for a moment, recalling the events and dreams of the past couple of days. It all seems surreal. The impossibility of it all is still overwhelming – I’m convinced that my imagination has finally snapped to fully consume my conscious mind.