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"...When you dream there are no rules..."
The music slowly reverbrates off the walls.
"...People can fly..."
The lights, strobing over the crowd.
"...Anything can happen..."
The crowd...like one huge breathing organism.
"...Sometimes there's a moment..."
Moving.
"...That you're waking..."
All at once, but all in different ways and directions.
"...And you become aware..."
The green panel of the laser moves over everyone.
"...Of the real world around you..."
It flashes briefly, revealing where it's coming from, as it passes over your eye.
"...But you're still dreaming..."
The music takes you.
"...You may think you can fly..."
You can't stop moving.
"...You may think you can fly..."
You need to move.
"...But you better not try..."

You can't do anything about it. You've never moved like this. You never knew you could. You saw someone do it once, at a concert. Back then, the inhibitions, like shackles, restricting you. All you could do is watch in amazement. All you could do was bob your head and jump up and down. You and 75% of the crowd. Bob your head and jump. The music was there. But you've never moved before. Never REALLY moved. Now, this is where it really is. The energy. This, is what you spent 5 years looking for. This is absolute freedom. This, is where every time the strobe illuminates you, you're in a different position. This, is where you move so fast you don't even realise you're moving. This, is the real thing. This, is when your brain stops. This, is when the music takes you. It flows over your body, telling it what to do. Every motion corresponds with a beat. Every breath, a beat. Trance coursing through your veins. Irresistable urge to move doesn't describe it well enough. It's not an urge. It's an instinct. You knew this the whole time, you could do this, you just never have. You've never let go.

8 hours later you get home and you collapse. Not the "athlete-after-a-marathon" kind of collapse, no...the "skeleton-and-muscles-no-longer-exist-in-your-body" kind of collapse. For the next 12-14 hours you are dead. Someone walks in. They talk to you. They leave. Sun hits your eyes, but instead of waking you up, as it normally does, it gets ignored. Frustrated, it tries harder. The clouds part, just so that the rays of sunshine can pour into your window and pound your eyelids. Your eyelids don't care. Your eyes don't care. Your brain doesn't care. You're not dreaming. You don't have the energy to dream.