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Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain.
Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.
"And now, Address Unknown."
*spoopy music starts playing
I hadn't slept in a long time. When I did, my dreams were nightmares.
"I was trapped in a nightmare. My evil double had taken my girlfriend."
In a nightmare, every choice you make is a wrong one.
"Following him, I had slipped into a twisted alternate reality, Noir York City."
I would wake up at night, afraid that day was a dream I'd forget.
*looks at 1980's tv
When you're waking up, the world is a blur.
What was clear in a dream, suddenly makes no sense.
No surreal rescues. No easy, magic way out.
*generic pistol sounds
But you are awake.