I believe I have mentioned that I have quite vivid dreams. Full color, 3D, the whole bit. And so convincing, I often wake up thinking they were real life.
I race - or more precisely stumble - around, making sure that what my mind just saw was not actual reality, so that I can sort of reground myself.
Of course, Scruffy head-butting me awake at precisely 6 am for her breakfast has a similar regrounding effect. And when an 18 pound cat stands on you in bed, you're pretty sure you're back to reality.
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