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  • Last night I travelled back to the past. Because I do that sometimes. After all, the past is what has created my future.

    When I turned off the lights, I had a hard time falling asleep. And once I finally did, my sleep was occupied by unpleasant dreams.

    The door to the elevator was almost about to close and I could have just waited for the next one. I wasn't in a hurry, yet I wanted to get in. I placed myself in between the steel doors and pushed it open, using all my strength. There were already three people in there – one man and two women. He pushed the button and the elevator went down. As did we. Way too fast.

    "This is not how it's supposed to be," said the man, encouraging the rest of us to sit down. So we did, while the elevator kept falling. When it stopped, he tried to push the alarm button but informed us that it was broken.

    "We will probably be here for a while. At least for three hours, I would guess," he said, not bothered at all. But I was. I didn't want to sit in an elevator for three hours. Uncomfortable. Without air. Suffocating.

    "Enough is enough," I thought. "Hey, I can actually get out of here, if I just put my legs over the edge."

    And then I was back in my room, with my leg hanging out from my bed. Not wide awake, but definitely awake. For a second. Before drifting off into sleep again. To yet another unpleasant dream. It was a bug, making noise and ringing in my ear.

    Except, the buzzing wasn't a bug. It was my phone ringing. It was my past calling. For the first time in months.

    After that, I definitely couldn't sleep. And I can't stop wondering what that dream really meant and what a coincidence it all was.
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