“It was just a dream.”
Normality returns quickly and sanity does not remain at risk, just turn to the other side and snuggle back into your own soft and fragrant conceptions.
“Where have I been all this time? How many layers does a dream have? Is life just one of those layers? What is death, then, if not an awakening?” Why ask these questions? The alarm in the morning faithfully reminds me to forget. But I don’t forget, not always. And the only way out is to repeat: “it was only a dream”.
It’s never just a dream.