When I was a child, I told one of the ladies at the daycare I was at about a
dream that I had had about being stuck on an inner edge of a volcano. There
were people on the outside trying to get me out. I called it a "nightmare".
She looked at me wide eyed, asking if they had managed to rescue me.
"It was just a bad dream," I said.
She said that a nightmare was not a bad dream. "Nightmares are real."
To this day, I can smell the sulfur.
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