Traveling through the surreal and strange land of dreams, I attend parties, fight wars, observe weddings and executions, visit buildings and beautiful woods. People are not who they were and there is no reason to time. All the sudden a bird chirps and my sense awaken-calculating the time. Slowly the characters and places I had been traveling fade and I embark on a strange journey. There is no definite moment when the dream becomes a disintegrating memory and the world becomes reality again, but somehow my mind awakens and I remember time, somehow my eyes open and I
wake up.
This is great, Sarah! You've captured the moment of wakefulness beautifully.
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