“Color inside the lines.”
Jackson Pollock* #quote
Sdrawkcad gnihtemos etorw I yadot. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
It's All A Dream
It was all a dream. A wonderful dream. Then the next turned out to
be to all a dream. I kept living through situations go to bed in them
and then just pop into another. My “alarm” merely a figment in
the dream. Some events were mundane, some magnificent, some
nightmarish.
This circumstance of mine did not match that of a dream within a
dream. That is more of a trick. At least that's how most movies I saw
portrayed it. When I realized my situation the events never really
were within another. They were completely unrelated. Like different
days of the week or different stops on a train. However over time I
realized I would never wake up.
After all no matter how many times a situation appeared with me
waking up I would just go through some situation and just sleep again
to awake in another dream.
In one dream a voice exactly like my own, but talking to me like I'd
never met echoed in my head. “Why don't you pinch yourself? If you
do I bet you'll wake up.”
I'd wished to wake up for a long time. I almost readied to pinch
myself. But after some hesitation I decided just to go to bed again
to experience the next dream. I'd see my family in some future dream
anyway. Also in another dream I'd see some other lovely things I bet
too.
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