[ WP ] Write a story of a person whose dreams continue a single story each night .

No matter how many times you fall asleep, that momentary switch between conscious and unconscious life is not itself remembered. You just learn to spot the signs for whichever state you're in, the clues to the look of the world, the physical possibilities. 
 
 For me, my dreams were always slightly blurry and detached; a world more grey than color. However perhaps more unusually, 
 recently they seemed to be set in the same bleak world, a story that seemed to both repeat and yet continue a single narrative. 
 
 I peered at the time on the clock beside my bed, challenging my eyes to focus on the bright green numbers. 1am. Definitely should be time for sleep, but my head was still racing with thoughts. Was I going to the same dream yet again? The significance was starting to worry me, but then the moment must have occurred. 
 
 I was gliding down an anonymous high street in a dull grey world. A light drizzle of rain seemed to be getting heavier, and was soaking through my clothes. I needed to pee - I half floated, half fell over the fence at the end of a bridge, then felt the wave of welcome relief rush over me. 
 
 I took a long swig from a bottle in my hand, perhaps I was too keen; held it too long and too high. I was falling down an embankment with the world spinning around me. The increasing roar of a fast train mixed with the rush of the air and the thud of my head first against grass, then cold, wet metal. 
 
 As I lay there I could see the train clearly, heard the brakes come on, but even as time slowed to a crawl I could not move to avoid the impact, and waited to jolt awake. 
 
 But of course I never awoke. I had n't had a bedroom for years. 

