The Lives I Live Only When I Sleep
What if every time we fall asleep, we don’t escape reality… but enter another one? What if the dreams we brush off as imagination are actually moments we lived, just not here? Maybe that place felt familiar not because you’ve been there… but because another you still is there. Every time I fall asleep, I don’t just dream, I become someone else. Sometimes a child, sometimes a stranger, sometimes someone older than I am now. And in those moments, it never feels strange. It feels normal, like that life is the one I’ve always known. I don’t question it. I live it. What’s even more unsettling is how familiar everything feels. Places I have never seen in my waking life appear so clearly, yet they don’t feel new. It’s like my world blends with something unknown. My college exists there too, but right next to it, there’s a waterfall I’ve never seen before… and yet, it feels like I’ve always known it. In those dreams, I don’t feel like I’m watching a story, I feel like I’ve been ass...