The dream began as my waking state had ended: I was in bed, unable to find a comfortable position no matter how I tossed and turned. I tangled myself in my blanket and sweat through my clothes, somehow feeling it despite having never felt something in a dream before. Dreams before this night consisted solely of sight and sound. Incapable of relaxing, I …
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