Rêves de Loup

How often, do you shut off, and wander?

How much have you changed under the influence of your imagination and sub-conscious? Are you living in this so-called reality or are you living in your mind, looking for reality? Or somewhere in between?

Admittedly, I live in my mind. I've always had this connection with the other worlds. There are different worlds out there, like the world of your dreams, and the world in the after-life. Sometimes they are called dimentions. They even have names, but most of us would not understand it.

Though I live in my mind, I do not look for reality, whatever it is people feel it is. Instead, this is reality in itself for me. And I look for fragments of my abstract reality dimention in this popularized entity almost commonly known as the Real World. It is an entity, it has a body, it is actually physical, for humans have given it one through generations of change and evolution. It is a by-product of conflicting and ever-changing trends, laws, ideologies, demographics, and -something unique about the human race- emotions. But the Real World is not where I want to be.

Speaking of connections with the dream world, has that ever happened to you? You know, something that happens in your dream then actually happens when you wake up? That's happened to me buttloads of times.

Once, I dreamt that I did something (forgot what), then I looked below my wrist near my elbow, I had a large bleeding wound there. I woke up immediately after that, and naturally checked the same spot, and I really had that wound. I'm very sure the day before I went to bed with a perfectly wound-free wrist and I didn't bump into anything in the middle of the night because my bed's fully loaded with pillows and comforters and stuff. So, I wounded myself in my dream, or, as some concluded, I was experimented by aliens in the middle of the night.

In another incident, I had dreamt that my selfish brother left a half-eaten bun (supposed to be divided into 6 pieces for us but he just ate it straight, and left teeth marks) back into the container it was kept in. And when my mom found out she fired him. So when I woke up, I almost forgot about the dream until I prepared to eat breafast, opening a container. It was the bun. And when I was almost gonna eat the bun, I saw bite marks on them. Everything I dreamt came true, and my mom fired my brother exactly.

So yeah, since I'm more at home in other worlds than this one where we say we all are, then I'm happy being there.