Of course, none of these events occurred, at least in this realm. Truly, this story was a cop out- a dream which happened a week ago. Everything about it was very real to me, and I woke up feeling nothing but terror and confusion. My heart was racing, sweat had perspired on my forehead, and each small detail and aspect of this dream was as clear and fresh in my mind as if it had actually occurred. It was as real as the hand in front of my face.
A dream can be many things, as real as life itself. For a period of my life, I dreamed on a daily basis, but recently, the only dreams that I can recall are ones which are highly real, or my problems seeping out through my unconscious.
For me, the unconscious mind is as conscious as the- well, conscious mind. Many times, I have awoken from a dream in which a friend treats me terribly, only to find that I am naturally cautious of that person for the remainder of the day. Some would say that this is a form of insanity. Perhaps. The ability to distinguish the real from the rest is something that most people have learned from a very early age. Personally, I like to have my moments of ambiguous clarity.
Would I ever tell this story as if it was true? Probably, but by the time I get to the zoo, I would hope that my listeners would be able to distinguish the nature of the story. And politely keep the truth to themselves so as not to disturb the other listeners.
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