Ahistoricaladventure Stories

Since I started sleeping early again this year, I have always had some sorts of dreams and nightmares. Some are bearable, and there's one time I was hunted and murdered by exploding my head. It's really scary, and I thought my head just exploded numerous times until I made it awake. The only thing that saves me is the fact I know I'm dreaming. That realization changes everything. As if that's the hope I've been searching for from my countless simultaneous lives! Though I know I'm dreaming, there's always that sometimes I think I'm awake, until I wake up and can't grasp what I've been holding on in that particular dream. Dreams are realistic, even though sometimes it's exaggerated. While writing this I ask myself. Am I fully awake, or some memories I retained are from the dreams I couldn't forget?