The Man In A Fedora

What a weird dream, she thought.
It felt so real.
She could still remember every single detail. She opened her eyes to check if she really is awake.
As the sunlight hit her pupils some parts of the dream got blurred. She couldn't believe how quickly she forgets things.
She tried to stand up and soon she realised the room was spinning around.
She stumbled and tried to hold onto something.
After seconds the dizziness was gone.
It felt like an ordinary day. Same boring quick breakfast, same roads, same places. Even the way back home was the same.
But something felt off. Like something was missing. She thought of her dream. She barely remembered anything.
All that she remembered was a man in a fedora. She took the turn and stared at the big wall.
Her heart started to beat fast. She was sure there was a graffiti on that wall. It was gone.
She asked the first person she saw on the street if there once was a graffiti there. The answer was no.
Maby it was some other wall.
What a weird day, she thought.
Little did she know she had already been through that day.
But in a really different way.