I awaken, and it feels so real. Like so much is happening at once, and like it all matters. I take note of what is going on, and try to remember. I feel like it could be useful when I do wake up. When I do wake up. So I do know that this isn’t reality? But it does feel real. My emotions are strong and affecting, and hazards feel dangerous. But still, I am aware. And whether I’m running - it seems that I am running a lot - or I’m fighting, or winning, or losing, eventually I do wake. And the detail is so much. And things that are here, I realise weren’t there at all. But I do try and remember the things I noted in my mind within a mind. Because I do believe that some of it could be useful. That I could take some of it with me into the waking world, the real world. And I think that’s pretty amazing. That some parts of a dream can become more, in reality. And if that is true, was I really asleep?