Rêve du Rêve

Sam jolted awake, drenched in sweat, in a room he didn’t recognize. The walls pulsed like they were alive, breathing with him. “It’s just a dream,” he told himself, heart pounding. He pinched his arm, but the pain was sharp, real. Slowly, the fear faded, and his eyes grew heavy. He drifted back to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was somewhere else—a foggy forest, shadows stretching toward him. Panic set in as he realized: every time he “woke up,” he was somewhere new, stranger than the last. He’d fall asleep, wake, repeat—each dream a layer deeper, each realm darker, with no end in sight. Trapped in an endless loop, Sam finally understood: he was lost, drifting forever through worlds unknown.