• A rare nightmare. Knowing it's a dream but unable to awaken no matter how hard I try...getting the fear that maybe it's not a dream, maybe I am stuck in this hell and the life I'm trying to wake up to--that's the dream, the fiction. No one I love ever really existed, nothing I've accomplished ever mattered, every thought I'd ever had a useless self-delusion. Walking from room to room, the walls covered in twisted, wretchedly colored patterns that turn my stomach. I vomit several times and stagger around, the stench of stomach acid permeating the room. Hardly able to stand and unable to escape--feeling tortured by an unseen demon. For an eternity this continues until I finally succeed in waking up in my bed, sweaty and full of fear.

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