This is not like a dream though. In dreams, you don’t know you’re dreaming, but here I do. ‘This is a dream,’ I say out loud, just to prove to myself that I am indeed aware that I’m dreaming, and not just dreaming that I’m aware that I’m dreaming.
In his spare time, James liked to write the occasional short story, and had been thinking of writing a story about his dreams, but scratched the idea when he realised just how boring it would be to read.
This is not like a dream though. In dreams, you don’t know you’re dreaming, but here I do. ‘This is a dream,’ I say out loud, just to prove to myself that I am indeed aware that I’m dreaming, and not just dreaming that I’m aware that I’m dreaming.
In his spare time, James liked to write the occasional short story, and had been thinking of writing a story about his dreams, but scratched the idea when he realised just how boring it would be to read.
Actually, one thing: I noticed that, of course, James is really interested in this dream that he's just had, but he doesn't really explain it. I mean, sure, it's freewill and all, but is that what strikes him most? Does he want it to happen again?
I’m standing in my mind[s], my brain, my head.[/s]
Wait … what?
Never mind.
I wonder if my sleeping body has also just spoken the words this is a dream in the real world too. Do I talk in my sleep? No one’s ever said if I do or not.
Never mind.
‘I hate school mornings,’ James slurred.