My Cultural Tours(6)

I woke up, and this time I really woke up. I looked around at my familiar surroundings, this time I didn't cross over, and I understood that I was back in my little room. The sweater that was wet with sweat and the clock on the wall indicated that I had slept for a long time. Back in the real world I began to recall the episode in which I had just traveled through four cultures in my dream, clear as day and feeling as if it had just happened. Out of nowhere I had an extra history book in my hand, with the last page closed.