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Tested a recent suggestion I offered. Reality checked 100 times every day for two days in a row. Managed a tidbit of lucidity but it felt loose. Loose-cidity.

Run
Heat, next to hellish, presses upon us all. We are not much more than sore streams of flesh pushing and pouring past shop laden shores. In its simmering midst I snap. I stand. I scream. All currents come to a halt. How freakishly odd. What the feck. Reality check? I do and discover, "I'm dreaming."
Some primal reflex screams at me, "JUST RUN!" I obey simply to see what will come to be of this spontaneous urge. Too soon I slow down. Too soon I forget. "Wasn't I dreaming?" Reality check. "Yes. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. Don't forget!"
"JUST RUN!" the urge shrieks. I fly on ghost feet through people and walls and worlds. Again my pace slows. Where am I? Don't know. Why am I running? Don't know. Entirely lost, several levels deep, walk back wards to the start. The fog comes crawling. My soul starts cawing shuddersome omens. Slip. Fall. Fade to black.