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I woke up to my mother-in-law’s voice. My partner slept, part of me thinking he was speaking to her on the phone. The dreamer part of me ignored it as a fact of life. As I drifted back to sleep in the dream, I swayed and sank, a sensation I wait for in order to enter a lucid state of dreaming, though fleeting. My instinct this time, as it happened, was not to doubt or analyse, but jump into action. —Yes! —I cheered. I rolled as I have learned to do many times before and ran to the window without a second thought. I crashed against the illusion of solidity but tried again and jumped into the astral surroundings of our building. It is always the same, even though a new building rises in the centre of it in waking life, the dream realm is not yet aware of this development. As my lucidity faded, the cats arrived. In my dreams, cats are mean, dogs are friendly. The cats jumped at me, sharp claws and teeth; but as aware as I was of the dream, I pushed them away with invisible force, ran,…

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