I am living in a dream.
My dream is endless and I am the master of it. People aren’t born and don’t die either; they’re the fruit of my imagination. Everyone has his own story, feelings and problems, but they’re not real; those people are merely apparitions, actors playing a role in my dream. My friends are the reflections of what I always wanted to be and my enemies are made of everything that I find most wretched about the human kind.
Without me around, they cannot live and once I forget about them they disappear. I would be a fool to think that I know everybody but I feel that everyone I have ever seen in my dream are physical representations of thoughts and ideas I had in another life, maybe even someone I knew.
My dream is full of surprises that I do to myself, to be honest it isn’t surprising at all… I would even say that it’s becoming boring. The people around me are doing the same thing over and over like programmed robots; it’s dizzying and confusing. I can’t decide what they do though; when I do, most of them run away from me in fear. I feel lonely.
Like everyone else, I don’t know why I am here or if I have a goal. I am just living pointlessly day after day, telling myself that everything I do is only in order to achieve something that will help me to do something else later that will also only serve to be able to do something else that in the end, will be pointless. For this reason, I find it hard to find motivation to move on to the next step that seems more difficult, I have been given everything except the ability to like challenge.
In the end, I’m just like everybody else in this dream. I started to wonder if there were other people like me, living in a dream where everything is fake, even hope. If you are one of those people, please give me a sign, a proof that you’re not just another mindless actor and we will probably be able to find our way together.
I will be waiting for you.