Is this a dream? (Anxiety's POV)

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((Basically this story takes place before accepting anxiety.))
I stroll through the woods alone sunlight creeping through the leaves of the trees.
A cold breeze blows down my neck
It feels comforting
I put my hands in my pockets as I continue to stroll along
For some reason everything seems.... off.... almost perfect
Like no one yelled at me this morning and no one is acting like they hate me even roman
Weird....
I don't even have a headache for once in my life
Wait
This is a dream isnt it

Wait
Yeah it definitely is
Patton called me virgil
I didn't tell anyone my name so that can't be right
Hmm
What even happened yesterday?
I just remembered going downstairs cause I heard shouting and-

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