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Each night i dream an entire life. A different person each time, but unknown to my waking self and each other, i see my life as my very own and live out my days as if they are my one true and only chance. What of all the effort the strain and stress the choices? Days spent in rage over meaningless misunderstandings. Weeks go by waiting in anticipation of some fulfillment. Months and years as I age with those around me and see and feel the progression of time swiftly steadily to an approaching unknown. What to do with all of this effort and LIFE? What will it feel like upon waking after another night and another life spent? 3 am 11 oct 2013 Fiction. But what if?...