I'm lying in my bed, and I'm going in and out of sleep.
Leaning against my bed is my tiny dustman's broom with its red-and-white plastic handle.
As I'm going in and out of sleep, I translate that into a metal pole built into the very top of a mountain, and I'm holding that and revolving around on the crag and looking in every direction, and I'm afraid for my safety.
That fear gets very heightened and suddenly makes me wake up, in my dream.
Then, I wake up for real (and there's no tiny dustman's broom leaning against my bed; that was my dreamworld bed, since I was dreaming that I was dreaming!).
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