Ok, I have done nothing but sleep most of the day today. After 73 hours on duty, my mind and body was exhaused. So while I am sleeping, I have a dream. Now for those that know me, I typically don't remember dreams. I have remember nightmares for years and it has been just recently that I have started to remember portions of good dreams, but never the entire dream, so this is something new for me. It was so real that I could access the memory while awake, like it was something I really did experience.
Ok, the time was now, like today and I am sitting in a cabin with a group of explorers. The cabin is somewhere in the moutains of California, but changes places to the mountains of Tennessee or North Carolina. These explorers were a group that crossed the entire length of the United States in the 1800s. (ok, so my timeframe isn't continuous.) They did the majority of the trip on foot, except for a dangerous pass in california, in which the group used a train that got caught in an avalanche. The stories they told were so real and so detailed. I felt like I was really there. The struggles for food, the coldness of the winters, the hotness of the summers, the deaths that occured on their struggles, the feeling of completion when their exploring was completed.
How strange was this?
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