This morning My teacher Mrs. Stoklosa manages to shine rays of light through my window. While I’m in bed her light gleaming on my eyelids softly and kindly manages to finally wake me from the comfort of dreaming. The Comfort of living in ones mind and closing the curtains on reality. 

 Now I am waking up, simultaneously exiting level dreaming, and entering level reality. Luckily, on this reality level I still hold all the memories of what I experienced, learned, and enjoyed while stuck on level dream. As I step out of bed now fully awake, I can take action; work towards, write down, organize, plan, and research, on how to make this dream I have come to life. I have jotted down things write about and research