The Twelfth Awakening

I’ve had nightmares for nineteen years, and I’ve learned to control them. I can fly, walk through walls, turn invisible, create things, and even kill myself in a dream to force myself awake. Then one day, I died eleven times in a row. Every time I opened my eyes, I thought I’d finally woken up. Then, the next second, the dream began again. Even stranger, the dream started remembering my habits and blocking my escape routes in advance. And the other “me” in the dream seems to know all of this before I do…