another trip down the rabbit hole... |
The truth of reality is that nothing I have ever experienced is real. I am merely a character in another entity's dreams. I know this because I have noticed a theme to my reality. As I have aged certain traits have been common to the people around me. It is amazing how tired everyone I am around is at any given time. And how everyone suffers from insomnia together. Or we are all manic together. Another thing, over the last few years everyone has been commenting on how no food really sounds good and eating makes them nauseous. I am also surprised how the people around me complain about writers's block at the same time I am suffering from it. All of our reality just echoes the reality of our dreamer. I don't think I am even a main character of their dreams. My life is overall too boring. I think I am the equivalent of a non-playing character in their dream. Maybe once or twice a day I am one of the characters in the background of a scene and everything around me feels that slight bit more real, but it passes and it's like the world just doesn't care anymore. 242 words prompt ▼ |