I slowly opened my eyes my vision blurred

I remembered them from other dreams but now we were in some futuristic mansion. The middle-aged nurse with the void-eyes was nice this time, and Rafael was standing by. A rusted

set of surgical knives lay ready on a tablet the white eyed nurse was holding. Rafael was an artist who sculpted bodies. I would be his finest work. He selected a bone saw. I woke

up and everything was just a dream...i walked out my room and saw the white eyed nurse together with Rafael...I scream..and woke up again....there was a knock on my door..

I was getting sick of this never ending dream bullshit. Like, you wake up but realize that you're still dreaming, to wake up and realize that you're STILL dreaming. It's tiring.

My dreamception, was a phenomenon that started when I was little. I would sleep, then wake up into another dream, it was horrible. I have long forgotten what reality feels like.

I had to capture the monotonous, stuck-in-a-rut nature of reality deep within my dreamception. One night, I dreamt I was running in a hamster wheel. Perfect! This feeling, it was

perfectly akin to basking in diffuse cubicle-trapped monitor glare from endless efficiency spreadsheet pivot tables. Then I felt an odd quiver in my tail antennae. My dreamception

morphed. The keyboard softened and became squishy underneath my nimble fingers. The monitor flashed rhythmically, in time with the quiver of my antennae. I raised my left third arm

& scratched my first left armpit. I put my feet up--all of them & let myself go completely.