When the Dreamer Dreamed
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    [title] => When the Dreamer Dreamed
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    [synopsis] => It all began in mid-air.

A beautiful blue day, fluffy clouds with a hint of high wispy cirrus horsetails above them. If it weren't for the fact that I was falling through the air it would have been a nice day to be alive.

Just laying on my back, relaxed and falling to my certain end. Enjoying the ride, as it were. Wind buffeting all around as my body fell as fast as the air permitted it to move. Odd to see what my "last thoughts" would be. Always wondered about this particular ending. It's been a long time since I dreamed this way.

Turning slightly, I saw my bed coming up, a small dot in the distance. So I wrestled my hand to pick out my small handbook and the other tightly grasped my pen. Writing carefully on a new blank page: "It all began in mid-air..."

Then the bed hit. I sat up, in a cold sweat. The room was just as normal, no hole in the roof or anything. It was night, as usual, or early morning, the clock corrected me. Since the sheets were damp, I had no choice but to also change my drenched t-shirt. Sliding back in, I was comfortable enough for now...
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