Lucid Ocean
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"I knew it was real. It had to be - for the sand was felt between my toes and the camel trotted like any other. It had not a factor of a dream. And this added to my curiosity, my thirst for the quest - the desire to escape from this reality. I shouldn't speak of that word, it means nothing now. Nothing is real. Everything is real. The camel marches through this ocean of golden sand, it won't stop, not until I've arrived at my destination."
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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