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THE 11-HOUR DREAM I don’t know when it started, but I remember everything felt unusually long… like a movie that refused to end. I fell asleep in the late afternoon, around 5 PM. When I woke up, it was already 4 AM. Eleven hours had passed, yet it felt like I had lived an entire lifetime inside a dream. At first, everything was normal. I was at home, and my father was there. A familiar girl—someone I know from school—was also present. The atmosphere felt strange, quiet, and slightly formal, like