Dreaming Reality

To dream is to turn reality upside down. Every word in the real world is reversed in Gnimaerd, the land of dreams. I was one of the lucky ones or so I was told. With a name like mine, I could travel between Gnimaerd and the real world.
“Anna, you are an irreversible. You should be happy and thank Dog for such a gift!” some would say, sensing my gloom.  
The truth was I felt just as enslaved as the rest of them. Night and day, I would go and act out dreams like everyone else in Gnimaerd. The dreamers left their world and came to ours so that we could create the scenes that their subconscious sent us. We never knew when or why we were chosen to act in a dream. We were suddenly drawn somewhere like moths to light.
One night, I was summoned from my dwelling to answer a dark call. Those were, without a doubt, the worst. The queer dark images bearing unknown meanings tormented my thoughts long after they should have faded from the dreamer’s wretched memory.
This one was no different. I was standing in the dark, alone. I was scared. Suddenly, I heard someone or something approach. There was a burst of light and I found myself staring at a girl who looked exactly like me.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am Dog,” she replied, after a short pause.
I could not stop a burst of mirth from escaping me at this news.
“Don’t you mean God?” I asked, having regained my composure.
“Why do you fear me?” She murmured, ignoring my quarry.  
“I’m afraid you are real…” I found myself saying.
I woke up with a start. I had dreamt about Gnimaerd again. As always, it had felt so real. In Gnimaerd I had been Anna, the girl who acted out peoples dreams. Here, in reality I was Anna, a normal human being who dared to dream she was something more. Every night the dream finished the same way: Both Anna’s would meet. What happens when dream meets reality? In theory, nothing of much importance, the fantasy steps aside, admitting defeat to the all-powerful reality.
But what if both were real in their own way? What if I led parallel lives in two different worlds? What would happen if I met myself? The battle could never be won since there would be no fake entity, no dream.
If this were the case it would mean that I was constantly dreaming reality.