I've been remembering my dreams more and more lately. I couldn't tell you why, and honestly, depite how bad the last one got, I like this a lot more than simply not remembering them.
Last night I experienced the fear of death. One way or another, I found myself in space, on a ship. I was in an escape pod, heading nowhere, with a limited supply of oxygen. As I watched the main shuttle slowly drift away and become smaller and smaller in the distance, I realized I was going to die out here. Cold, alone, afraid, suffocating. All that was left was one final decision: Open the door and embrace death, or wait for the oxygen to run out and kill me slowly?
The night before I had a completely normal dream about the game I was playing that night. I dunno what the heck happened last night, and honestly, when I woke up, I wasn't even afraid. Didn't even have that moment of "Oh, that was just a dream" until I remembered it ten minutes later.


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