"I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten."

Nicholas Sparks

There was nothing ever particularly special about me. I led a relatively normal and ordinary life right up until my death. I have often woken up from sleeping and thought, "Am I still dreaming?" I often struggled to differentiate my dreams from reality. Woken up to be angry that I can no longer fly. That’s how this moment of memory started for me.

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I was on my way home after a long day of work. Dusk had fallen and the sky was turning when I hit the ice. I must have driven past the slow down sign 1000 times before and as usual, I did. Hitting the brakes as I came up to the corner. Unfortunately, that is when I hit the ice. The car spun. Like the ice I froze. I was unable to move as the car careened out of control. Pushed into the side of the car I felt it shudder as it pressed through the barrier before flipping off the side of the road and over the side of the cliff. It was a long way down.

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Drifting out of the depths of unconsciousness, I felt alone.

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Tuntun, tuntun. I could feel my heartbeat as if I’m underwater.

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Tuntun, tuntun. We all die alone, the thought came unprompted.

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Tuntun, tuntun. But it turned out I’m not alone, Lub dub.

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My heart was racing but it kept time with another.

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Lub dub,

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Tuntun, tuntun, tuntun,

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Lub dub.

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A heartbeat that was moving slower than mine but still they kept time together. Two beats to my six, still their speed rose and fell together.

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Once more from the pit of oblivion I arose, with the thought "I think therefore I am."

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tuntun, tuntun.

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My heart beat therefore I was alive, tuntun, tuntun, but I felt no pain

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so . . . "Either I’m injured beyond belief . . . or I’m fine?" I thought to myself.

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"Have I woken up from dreaming but still find myself unable to move?" I wondered.

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"Was that what seemed to be happening here . . . " I speculated.

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I just had to wait. I would either awake or fall back into nothingness.

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Lub dub,

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tuntun, tuntun, tuntun,

. . .

lub dub.

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Slowly I swam up out of my stupor, I opened my eyes but all I could see was an orange glow. Waking to the warmth I found myself floating and without warning, I could hear now more than just a heartbeat. I was suddenly surrounded by sound. A humming filled my head. The notes rose and fell, the lullaby already unknowingly remembered, and soothed, I once more fell to sleep.

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Ding. Sentience recognised. User interface enabled.

Level: 0
Experience: 0/100
Health: 10/10 Stamina: 1/3 Mana: 10/10
Reborn Outworlder (Hidden)

Vitality: 1
Endurance: 0
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 0
Senses: 0
Mind: 44
Clarity: 0
Magic: 1

Skills:

That was new.

. . .

Was I awake or . . . was I still dreaming?