I woke up from a beautiful dream. I was young and happy in my dream. I dreamt of playing with my old friends, in the childish way we used to use when we were small. The dream was short and unclear, but I would never forget about it. I really wanted to be young again and met all my old friends.
I looked at the plain white ceiling of the hospital. Life was boring now. Laying on the bed, doing nothing. I really hoped that the dream could last longer, or even forever. Sickness had stolen my life, happiness, and everything.
I looked outside the window. Everything I saw was so real. I can touch my bed, my bag, the window, anything I see. I wished that my dream of young and friendship was real, and I am only in a dream, going to wake up in a beautiful world again.
Suddenly, I felt a deep pain in my heart. I called the doctor immediately. Then I felt faint, and soon dead.
I didn’t believe in God or afterlife. To me, they only existed in fake stories. I didn’t like fiction books because they were unreal and useless. I never noticed those people who tried to persuade others that afterlife exist. I didn’t believe in anything which I could not see. I thought my life, my consciousness would end.
But I was wrong.
I woke up in a bed. All the things happened in my whole ‘life’ was just a dream. That was so unbelievable, but it was true.
I was a student. I needed to go to school now. All the old man, sickness, hospital, beautiful dream, old friends was just a dream.
Oh, did I have a dream in my dream?
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