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After that night, everything was different.
In my very next dream, I could feel it — a courage I had never known before.
At the time, I thought it was the light I had received, some gift from above.
Now, I wonder if it was simply the realization that fear no longer ruled me.
I discovered that the dream world wasn’t just a place of helpless terror.
It was a world of thought.
A place where belief and will shaped reality itself.
I tested my newfound strength.
I flew.
I shifted my form — turning into a dog, a bird, anything I could imagine.
I sent blasts of energy from my hands, defeating enemies I created just for target practice.
I learned I could move instantly to distant places just by willing it.
I realized something else, too — something important.
Anyone can travel in dreams.
Sometimes people get lost — find themselves in strange, distant places without understanding why.
If it ever happens, all they have to do is close their eyes and wish themselves awake.
It really is that simple.
For the first time, dreams were not a prison.
They were a playground.
A training ground.
I didn’t know it yet, but I was becoming something very rare.
A Dream Walker.
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