[ WP ] Your dreams gradually merge into reality

*Author's note: English is not my native language, so please excuse my probable failings. * 
 
 I woke up. Darkness covered my entire room, save from a small wild line of sun's life coming from a little hole in the side of the window. Another day has begun, and with it, a new adventure sprung into life, just like any other day in my life. Yes. Nothing about my life is ordinary. It's a shame that only I can experience that. A shame that is both a curse and a blessing. 
 
 What were my dreams last night? I vaguely remember a man with a coat running through an alley before jumping into the sky like a crow. All the other details continue to escape my grasp, just as water through my fingers. The context? Who needs context in a dream? It's not like it's going to happen in real life, right? Well, as I said, my life is not an ordinary one. For as long as I remember, my life has been like a pen of a mad writer. Strange and wild things happen that nobody else seems to notice. Dragons playing guitars, clouds that pour down cars instead of water, a day with tens of suns, so bright that nothing can be seen... And somehow I always escaped those hazards. For now. 
 
 The dreams are becoming less and less vivid while all the strange occurings during my day are becoming more and more detailed and strong, looking that I could almost touch them, feel them. Lucky me, that day has not arrived. 
 
 I got up, got dressed, had breakfast, did all the usual things a normal human being does in the morning without any disturbances. Maybe today would be a peaceful day. But then, as soon as I was leaving my door I heard it: a crow's calling. That was a bad sign, maybe then I should have gotten my defences up, but optimist me did n't listen to the voices of reason. As I was midway my morning commute to work I heard an alarm going off: It was the bank down the street. Along with that, a very fammiliar man with a coat was running down the street looking at me and just like that I felt like I've lost control of my body. My actions were not of my own conscious self, but of some predestined fate. I had to follow that man, I had to see where he was going. I followed him just as he turns to an alley, the kind that does n't have any exit. The end of the line. Nevertheless, he stopped, looked back at me again and without a warning jumped into the air, just to transform into a form of a crow, leaving the coat on the floor and flying away. 
 
 This was more real than anything until now. The coat was still beside me. Police sirens are echoing thorugh the streets. Something real happened and I felt like I was the responsible. The coat never disappeared as the cops arrested me for a bank robbery that I knew I did n't have commited... I guess.
