Lately, I recall my dreams again. That hasn’t happened for a decade.
The dreams are vivid in their detail, more alive than they were before it seems. As though there is no waking up any more, only an instant jump from one realm of reality to another. Others tell me the same is happening to them. They too at midnight are thrust into another world they cannot seem to shake when dawn comes knocking.
More curious still is that our dreams are starting to intertwine. Our dream-worlds, as vastly different as an alien planet and a Sunday church picnic, are merging. It is getting harder and harder to define who is dreaming what: our vantage points remain our own but the situations we face and the characters we encounter appear to be alike.
We all fear the same: that the spillage will not contain itself to our dreams. Reality appears ripe to be warped, with rumours of strange happenings already emerging from the East.
But we try to keep that fear at bay.
Otherwise the nightmares may start spilling over as well.
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