Every Dream Ended at the Same Red Door
Every dream I had—no matter where it started—narrowed to the same hallway and the same red door. The night I chose to open it, something inside said my full name.
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The Man in the Dream Knew I Was Awake
In a lucid hallway dream, a stranger turned the instant I knew I was dreaming. I woke to find his words written on my storm-fogged window.
