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... that I'd dream about once every couple of months,

But now... now it's so vivid. I can see every face, remember every detail.

It doesn't even feel like a dream anymore.

It feels so... real."

"Dude, you are literally dreaming about Dragons and shit."

Mark stared at his roommate with a deadpan look on his face.

No matter how much he tried, he just couldn't take his problem seriously.

"It is just a dream, it feels more 'vivid' because that is a ...

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