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'So... how does it feel to be a character in a dream?'

It certainly feels 'real'.
I feel the keys under my fingers, feel them react against my force with each tap;
Does that make them existent?
I can smell the breeze from outside, the start of summer creeping into the room;
I hope that's 'real'.
I can see the trees outside, mostly swaying in unison. But sometimes they stop -
Am I sure that's real?
Love must be real;
It interrupts your thought, takes over your consciousness and diverts you from everything else.
How could that not be real?
Thanks for the 5 senses, they certainly seem to work well.

"Just resting my eyes..."

It certainly feels 'real'.
I feel the dream-catchers and low-hanging ancient antiques brushing past me as I walk;
Does that make them existent?
I can smell the stench of death creeping towards me, it's distinctive;
I hope that's not real.
I can see the hooded figure opening the door for me. The bodies falling in the corridor before me.
That must be real, why would I imagine that?
Pain must be real;
It interrupts your thought, takes over your consciousness and diverts you from everything else
How could that not be real?

Thanks for the 5 senses - still missing the one that counts though.

Because I know I'm dreaming.

If I push on this wall, will it collapse;
Like some cheap scenery card-trick?
Or is it a little stronger than that;
Is it the most magnificent card trick ever performed? At the heart of my brain.
Always liked the one where the magic man pulls the card from his mouth,
Like he's dragging it from his mind.
Maybe you are the card, dragged from mine,
Or maybe we're all cards, dragged from God's.

I guess I'm stuck in this bubble for now.
Can't touch you, can't hear you.
But I see you; I see where we're going.
Floating down to the water, where it begins.
Where we can all awaken from this deep dream.

'Reality - is what you make of it.'