Not a Lucid Dreamer
Ever since I was little I knew I was different. There was something about the way I viewed the world that always made me wonder why I saw it that way. I'd see a tree but to me it wouldn't be a tree it'd become a prop in my own live-action play. Everything that existed, existed to me for a completely different reason compared to the initial. A basic household item simply just existing gave me a new story to make up. It was as if I was living in a whole other universe. I felt as if doing what I did was my escape from reality like a portal to a new different world. From the age of 4 I knew my mind would have no boundaries and there was no limit to what I could I imagine. Little did I know that my imagination could grow deadly. …show more content…
My dreams make up a significant part of who I am it's like they are what I become. I become them more specifically. Not only does what I imagine become real and exist but I exist as what I imagine. I can feel the power of my creations existing from great distances but I've never been …show more content…
It's not like they control me but they certainly have over the past few years. This may seem like I'm fancily describing forms of natural nighttime fabrications but it's more then just dreams. Dreams should come and go as does morning and night yet I can't seem to escape these dreams let alone nightmares. My parents have sent me to multiple therapist but every conclusion routed from the observation I just have a hyper active imagination- like I'm constantly living in a land of make believe but trust me if I could separate the two I so gladly would have by now. This conclusions of theirs was no help to me. I'm not saying I'm a victim for I have caused many to play the part but I certainly didn't ask for this. I've researched and researched to the point where I didn't even have the time to dream but nothing has explained or given any insight to what I have. I don't even know what to call it. I can barely recall the first night I witnessed firsthand one of my dreams take a more lifelike form and that was the night my life changed completely. The little space I had created wedged between what I classified "our space" and "my space" grew further apart and instead of taking turns existing in each; jumping from one to the other
Ever since I was little I knew I was different. There was something about the way I viewed the world that always made me wonder why I saw it that way. I'd see a tree but to me it wouldn't be a tree it'd become a prop in my own live-action play. Everything that existed, existed to me for a completely different reason compared to the initial. A basic household item simply just existing gave me a new story to make up. It was as if I was living in a whole other universe. I felt as if doing what I did was my escape from reality like a portal to a new different world. From the age of 4 I knew my mind would have no boundaries and there was no limit to what I could I imagine. Little did I know that my imagination could grow deadly. …show more content…
My dreams make up a significant part of who I am it's like they are what I become. I become them more specifically. Not only does what I imagine become real and exist but I exist as what I imagine. I can feel the power of my creations existing from great distances but I've never been …show more content…
It's not like they control me but they certainly have over the past few years. This may seem like I'm fancily describing forms of natural nighttime fabrications but it's more then just dreams. Dreams should come and go as does morning and night yet I can't seem to escape these dreams let alone nightmares. My parents have sent me to multiple therapist but every conclusion routed from the observation I just have a hyper active imagination- like I'm constantly living in a land of make believe but trust me if I could separate the two I so gladly would have by now. This conclusions of theirs was no help to me. I'm not saying I'm a victim for I have caused many to play the part but I certainly didn't ask for this. I've researched and researched to the point where I didn't even have the time to dream but nothing has explained or given any insight to what I have. I don't even know what to call it. I can barely recall the first night I witnessed firsthand one of my dreams take a more lifelike form and that was the night my life changed completely. The little space I had created wedged between what I classified "our space" and "my space" grew further apart and instead of taking turns existing in each; jumping from one to the other