I woke up on a early morning. Oh my god. The car accident was just a dream again. Was I trapped in dreams?I would never know. Never know if I was in a dream or not, until I died and the dream ended.
May be life was like this. You would never know the truth, unless you could escape from it or it had already ended.
I wanted reality. All the deaths happened to me was so horrible. I didn’t want to end a dream so quickly, I didn’t want to experience so many deaths and ‘wake ups’ at such a short time!
I had to do something.
The only thing that appeared in my mind was pray. I didn’t believe in God, but now I felt so helpless. If God didn’t exist, I would not lost anything if I prayed.
‘Dear, God. if you are here, show me. Show me the boundary between dreams and real life, tell me when can I leave these dreams and go back to reality.’I said helplessly as I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes. My bedroom was so messy. My table, my bookshelf… I could touch them all, see them all. I could hear the voice of my friends in my house. But what if they didn’t exist? What if they were all illusions?
I looked at the clock. It was too late. I spent too much time on thinking things which I would never get an answer. Why was I so silly?
I hurried to work without saying a word.
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