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Whenever I dream in purple I always wake up when the sky is that same color in the afternoon. I can’t ever tell if when I wake up I am still dreaming but I’m able to walk towards the window in my living room and leave the bed where I was dreaming in purple. I get closer to the sight of the sky turning purple to somber blue to deep sea dark to eye shut black. This is when I know that all my five senses are working and I am no longer dreaming because I can smell the dinners on the stoves in the apartments below mine and I can read the bodega store front titles. And I can tell that no one else is dreaming because their eyes are wide open and there is no glare of the film of dreaming over their eyes like there is when one is dreaming while awake. I am absorbing the look of the people’s eyes on my block and feeling the night air right now. It is balmy and soft on my forearms and cheeks of my face. At this moment I am not a subject of my dreams. I wish our dreams could overlap, mine and my neighbors, so I could know what color they dream in, whether they dream in the same color purple as mine or yellow or no color at all.