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I wake up with a very strange feeling of disorientation. When I look around, I can see my room and everything is in order. My mouth is dry and bitter and my arms are numb, but everything is fine.
So, what the hell was that? I feel like a month has passed since I went to bed. In the dream I had, a span of several weeks passed since I was trapped on the island, and even though I was completely unaware of what was happening, why do I feel as if that time had really elapsed? I check the time on my phone, just to make sure, but I've been sleeping for eight hours, nothing more. Perhaps it's simply that my mind has tricked itself into thinking that much more time has passed than it actually has. But even so, I don't feel quite in the right place.
I get out of bed still half-naked, hastily going to check how I look in the mirror. I remember that in the dream I perceived my body losing weight as the days passed, due to lack of food. However, everything is in its place. My appearance hasn't changed since I went to bed yesterday.
Then I remember a story that a friend I had a long time ago told me. He told me that one day he had gone to bed and woke up in an apocalyptic world. He did everything possible to survive, not being aware that he was inside a dream, as often happens. He told me that time had passed inside that world and he had come to live a whole life until he died there. Of course, when he died in that world he woke up in his bed again, bewildered. I remember that he put special emphasis on describing how disoriented he felt when he woke up, because his mind had processed all that time as something real. Now I understand the feeling.
I start eating porridge for breakfast in the kitchen while listening to some music. I take my planner to see what things I have to do and I realize that the exams will start soon. I leaf through the pages with reluctance, because even if I enjoy psychology a lot, I'll never like how exams make me feel.
My mobile starts to vibrate on the table; It's my best friend Laura.
- Hello beautiful thing, how are you? - says the voice on the other end of the phone -.
- Very good. How are you? - I answer happily -.
- I was calling you to see if you wanted to meet tomorrow and tell me how the date was with that guy from your class... Was his name Mario?
I smile to myself. Laura and I have grown up together and have been best friends for sixteen years. We know practically everything about each other and we tell each other absolutely everything. We're what could be called "soul mates" in a non-romantic way. We take care of each other without expecting anything in return, and that includes checking on each other's partners.
- Sorry to disappoint you, but it wasn't a date, in fact-
- Don't tell me now, otherwise I'll have no excuse to meet you tomorrow! - says interrupting me -.
- Okay okay... See you tomorrow then. Take care my love. - I answer, laughing -.
She says goodbye and hangs up the call. I guess tomorrow I'll talk to her about my dreams. She's always been interested in this sort of things.
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