Dreaming...

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We've all had those nightmares that are so horrifying and so real that we wake with a start, gasping for air, maybe even calling out. I remember those days when I'd have dreams like that and wake up, heart pounding  to realize that everything's okay... It was just a dream. Go back to sleep. Everything's fine....

Except now I have that nightmare over and over and over. The most absolutely terrifying feeling in the world is knowing that you are awake and the nightmare is still happening. The nightmare. Oh, I've prayed and I've begged and I've pleaded to just wake up, gasping for air, weeping with relief...

But the nightmare is real. And it's not going to end.

What does one do with that fact?

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