Here’s the thing with awfully vivid dreams; they seem and feel too real to be dismissed as a thing of the imagination, but they’re too ridiculous to be classified as a piece of reality.
Seeing Amelia’s ghost? Come on, I’ve already exchanged bodies with her, I’m pretty sure reality doesn’t get any freakier than that.
On the upside, I wasn’t poisoned.
My bones and muscles protested against moving; a result of sleeping in a bad angle, and on an extremely hard surface. The nerves connecting my neck to my head felt almost dead, making a simple sideways movement of my head feel like I was being decapitated.
For the most part, I felt more refreshed; at least compared to the chaos and hallucination I had experienced the day before. My migraine was gone, only a numb feeling left in its place, a
