Someone passed me a rock as I slept. Someone reached out to me as I walked past them, dreaming of sidewalks and shops, and handed me something. I took it without thinking. So much of that happens outside of thought. I just respond, like running on rails, and not involved with what I am doing. I don’t know where is was, but I know that the sun was out, and there were people everywhere. An echo of times walking in the crowds that I don’t remember. But I was given a rock and I don’t know what i should do.

I remember being shocked that someone could see me. Someone saw me, and interacted with me. In a real way. They saw me here in this place, and gave me something. I froze. Just stood there without moving. I was surprised I didn’t drop the thing in my hand right then. When I came to my senses, everything seemed wrapped in cotton. I looked to the side and behind me, trying to see who was the one who had the rock in my hand before I got it. Everything was flushed out in white. Like a fully bright and lit fog in the middle of the day.

As soon as I touched the rock, I felt a sudden surge of nausea wash over me. I stumbled back, struggling to keep my balance as the ground seemed to shift beneath my feet. The air around me grew thick and heavy, and I had the sudden, overwhelming sense that something was terribly wrong.

I tried to run, but my legs felt like lead. I stumbled and fell, the world spinning around me as I clutched the rock in my hand. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew that I had to get away from that rock. I had to escape from this nightmare.

But it was too late. The dream was already ending, and I knew that I would wake up with the memory of that strange, unsettling rock burned into my mind. I didn’t know what it meant, or why it had affected me so deeply. All I knew was that I would never be the same after this dream.