Life is like a dream. Dreams are like life. The problem is knowing which is which. Circe has been having increasingly realistic dreams, making it hard for her to know if something has actually happened, or if she's just dreamt it. Her strange dreams don't really bother her until she meets Sam. How can you build a relationship if you're not sure you're awake?

As someone who struggles with night terrors I got the idea for this story in my high school years. As they have only gotten worse I decided to continue this storyline now, almost 6 years later. I write mostly for the fun of it, but would be excited to hear your comments. Enjoy!