It must be 3 AM, or half past two, at least. I don't know how long I've been running, but I begin feeling the weight of my soaked clothes.

Suddenly, the distant roar of a car engine approaches behind me. I turn my head back while I keep running and I see two small lights growing larger. The rumble is so close now. I must...

Oh… just a dream.

Maybe I'll take a look at it this evening, he thought.

The Sleepspace. Or, as someone calls it, cybersleep. A digital region, made of large buildings without windows. The city inside sleep, the dream made of data.