What is real?
I was dreaming last night that i was jumping through worlds,
I was on a couch watching TV with some guy and we were under a blanket, kicking each other..and then coach Jen walks in, flips out, and runs away. Then I get up and go to another room.
There’s a device on the floor, so I pick it up, mess with the buttons. I tell myself, “I’m about to warp to some alternate universe now, aren’t i?”
Seconds later, I feel my feet twisting, my existence traveling from one reality to the next. I wake up in this house.
The family that lives in it is having a barbecue. There are two 5-year old twins, parents, cousins, and a daughter my age. It turns out I’m this family’s maid, so I’m sent to clean their bathroom, which happens to be sparkling clean already.
I get up and walk through the window’s sliding doors, I felt the wind on my face, the sunlight on my skin, and I open my eyes, look up…
…and it’s the stucco ceiling of my room. I tilt my head to the side. The clock reads 7:25am.
It was all just a dream. It all felt so real, the kicking, the warping, the wind, the sunlight, but it was all
just a dream.
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