Dreaming Back, It Turns Out That the World Is Hell

Reality is my cage, and dreams are my secret door to another world. What the world sees is me, who is over forty and mediocre. No one knows that whenever night falls, my soul wanders between the two worlds. One body carries two lives; a pair of ordinary eyes looks at two worlds. Dear cows and horses, are you the same as me? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.