The Narrator breaks in:
I was wakened from a deep sleep by a dream that continued in my conscious state.
Or perhaps I just thought I had awakened.
In the dream I was cocooned in my bedroom one minute and in the next I was on a strange jumble of a mountain being blown against its craggy rocks by a whirlwind of rain.
When lightning began flashing I turned my back and hugged the stones against the following crash of thunder.
Time seemed to stand still with the storm rolling on interminably.
I remember feeling soaked to the skin, but not cold. Though I should have been.
Then at some point I realized that my surroundings were exactly like Meribabell had written about in his diary. And the next instant I was back in my room wet from sweat not rain.
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