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by the way, who was talking about dreams and reality?)
I remember when I was 3 years old, I once went to bed (I don't remember what time it was), and then I had a scary dream (maybe it was another time), I woke up, and it seemed like it was already morning (I don't remember very well)...
Anyway, I don't know what that was, I just know that I went to bed and after a short time, I already had to get up... but the night couldn't have passed so quickly....
In general, I thought then that I fell asleep and didn't wake up and that I'm now living in another reality, and my body is sleeping in the real one... and maybe someday I'll return to my world, or maybe death will return me to it.
Similar thoughts still come to me.