text_original: As I gazed my fear began to fade ; a sense of wonder came instead. Was I asleep or waking? I asked myself the question. Were these things happening to me in a dream? Glancing at me through the partly open door was the kind of face one reads and dreams about ; not the kind one meets in daily life.
text_transcription: AS I GAZED MY FEAR BEGAN TO FADE A SENSE OF WONDER CAME INSTEAD WAS I ASLEEP OR WAKING I ASKED MYSELF THE QUESTION WERE THESE THINGS HAPPENING TO ME IN A DREAM GLANCING AT ME THROUGH THE PARTLY OPEN DOOR WAS THE KIND OF FACE ONE READS AND DREAMS ABOUT NOT THE KIND ONE MEETS IN DAILY LIFE
phonemes: æz aɪ ɡˈeɪzd maɪ fˈɪɹ bɪɡˈæn tə fˈeɪd ; ɐ sˈɛns ʌv wˈʌndɚ kˈeɪm ɪnstˈɛd. wʌz aɪ ɐslˈiːp ɔːɹ wˈeɪkɪŋ? aɪ ˈæskt maɪsˈɛlf ðə kwˈɛstʃən. wɜː ðiːz θˈɪŋz hˈæpənɪŋ tə mˌiː ɪn ɐ dɹˈiːm? ɡlˈænsɪŋ æt mˌiː θɹuː ðə pˈɑːɹtli ˈoʊpən dˈɔːɹ wʌzðə kˈaɪnd ʌv fˈeɪs wˈʌn ɹˈiːdz ænd dɹˈiːmz ɐbˈaʊt ; nˌɑːt ðə kˈaɪnd wˈʌn mˈiːts ɪn dˈeɪli lˈaɪf.