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Monte Crabbs
Was it a dream?
I found myself walking on the trails above our house, barefoot in deep snow—but I wasn’t cold, and every step seemed unreal. Was I dreaming? Each moment blurred, shifting from snowy hills to mazelike walls, and then a monster ablaze chased me through winding corridors. Even waking brought no relief; another nightmare waited, and I wondered if I’d ever truly wake up. There’s always a blurry line between dreaming and consciousness. Am I really awake?
