Alternate Realities
I’m sitting on a chair, at my desk, taking the most unpleasant body position one could ever imagine, and I am reading this super exciting book on my computer. (The book I read today was Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, and if you liked the movie, I highly recommend reading the book, it has a great dark, gloomy feeling - enough said.) I’m slowly going over the pages until all of a sudden..
*POOF!*
..and I’m out. I no longer see words, only images, crystal clear images in my mind and a completely new world, I can touch, smell, feel… I am not aware of what’s going on around me, It’s like I get disconnected from the real world. I see everything, every little detail, I picture every single thing. And it’s so scarily real I can hardly get out even when I stop reading. It happens more often than that. I don’t necessarily need to read at all. I create all these worlds inside my mind, and they’re just as real, sometimes it’s hard to make a difference between my reality and everyone else’s. It takes only five seconds of silence and…
*POOF!*
..I’m gone, and if no one distracts me I can be gone for hours. I guess that’s one of the reasons why I like to travel. I sometimes get on the bus, and just go around and around the city, or I just walk, completely lost in my own thoughts and my own worlds. I can never be bored when left alone, pictures in my mind are so vivid, that they’re not even pictures they look more like distant memories of something that really happened. The same thing happens when I’m talking with someone…
*POOF!*
…and all their problems, experiences, adventures, instantly become mine. I can relate to everything being said and I can feel the empathy like no one else. It makes me think of all the different lives I lived and all these things I’ve been through, even though it wasn’t really me but a book character or one of my friends. Their experiences make me look wise because I manage to take them over, and make them mine. My dreams are like that too…
*POOF!*
..and I start wondering if something really happened at all or I just had a dream about it or was the certain thought born in one of my day dreaming fantasies. Did I really say something to someone, or did I just intend to, or pretend to? Did something happen in real life or was it just a bunch of pictures played inside my mind only? There is no clear distinction. I can also replay something that really happened inside my head over and over again to every tiny little detail, I can as well change some details if I really want to, overwrite my memory - I am an observer that doesn’t miss a thing…
*POOF!*
..and I’m still wondering, If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person..?