The Dream - Interactive

It’s dark. Nothing can be seen. You hear the voice of a woman crying.

“Wake up! Wake up! Oh my God why is he not waking up?”

Her voice is hoarse, as if she wept a lot, and you have the vague impression that you recognize it.

Slowly reality replaces the dream and you wake up. The first thing you can see is the ceiling.

Then you can feel the sheets of the bed wrinkled under your body, and you believed the voice was part of the dream.

The new morning welcomes you. Stretching your hands and legs, you realize that your whole body feels tired and numb as after a great effort.

The window is open and a warm breeze comes through it.