[ WP ] In an alternative reality where sleep is non-existent among living beings , our protagonist ( spontaneously or after an event ) falls asleep in which he/she experiences for the first time in human history what a dream is .

Jan. 1st, 1877 
 
 Journal Entry 3043 
 
 Gregory Johannes 
 
 Last night I experienced an extended period of time for which I can not account. It is as if I was transported to a world completely different from the one in which I reside. I feel I must fear for my life given this recent development. 
 
 I was hard at work in my laboratory at just after Midnight when the “ event ” began. I remember this vividly because my clock erupted with great jubilee as soon as it struck Midnight. This sudden noise alarmed me so terribly that I accidentally dropped my sample which then shattered all across the floor. As I have written in the past, I have been working on this formula for quite some time and I must admit I have been feeling fatigue and frustration in the recent days. Perhaps this has something to do with last night ’ s occurrence. 
 
 Not long after Midnight had passed, I was picking up the loose pieces of the vial that had shattered when suddenly and without warning, I felt the urge to lie down on my back. It was as if my body was overtaken by a sensation that felt foreign but remained strangely native to my being. I did not regain my composure until some hours later. I have associated the experience with some sickness I must have come down with after spending such long days at work. Something that troubles me even more than the loss of consciousness is what happened during this lapse in my senses. I saw things I thought were not possible. 
 
 I sat in the house of my parents who have long since passed away. Somehow, in this strange world, they were alive and well. We enjoyed a short meal before the house and everything around it, including my parents, melted away to reveal my fiancee from decades ago. I never thought I would see her again, but there she was, clear as day. She extended her hand out towards me and beckoned to me as she smiled. I felt incredible, excited, so alive! She led me to a small house on a hill which we seemed to reach instantaneously. I immediately recognized it as the house we had often spoke of living in. She had drawn up a mock portrait of what it might look like before she passed and it still hangs in my home to this day. This house that I saw matched the drawing down to the last detail. 
 
 She opened up the door to the foyer and turned to face me. She opened her arms and moved to embrace me. As soon as our bodies touched, I was back in my laboratory lying on the floor dumbfounded. 
 
 It worries me to no end that I do not know what happened last night. All I can say with certainty is that, if I had the choice, I would go back.
