The hum of birds waking in the early morning decorate my soundscape as I vacantly stare up at the ceiling lying awake in bed; adding much needed colour that I am grateful for. Time. 4:30am. Morning.. Yet time itself seems so subjective. I awake to a dreary grey blue room at a time where morning has yet to arrive to itself. I do not yawn. I do not crave more sleep. But I am... admittedly tired. After 30minutes, I slowly raise my back and ever so painfully move my right leg. Painful. If you didn't know any better; you would think that I was an old man but I am only 25. The pain in my right leg was not caused by any injury in the real world but one that happened in a dream.. A dream or a nightmare? I don't know... I stopped making distinctions between those two words a long time ago. To me, it's just another world beside the real one I'm currently living in.

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  The first time I ever experienced such a dream was when i was still a student.