Has something you dreamed about ever happened in real (awake) life?
I am trapped. Trapped inside a small, featureless box. There is no color. The walls have no art. The floor and ceiling are bare. There is a door. I know it is unlocked. I can leave any time. But something always holds me back. A fear of uncertainty. So I remain in the box.
The dream ends as my alarm goes off. Memory of it disappears as I get ready for work. Traffic is bad, but I make it to the office in time. I wave to Jerry in the cubicle next to mine as I sit down at my desk for another busy day.
(written 2021 January 15)
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