The first thing I think is “Wow this is a good song.”
It was some pump up, rock song by a random indie band. It was vaguely familiar like something a friend played once on a road trip or some kind of far off memory that I can’t quite place.
The room was a sea of people and I didn’t know any of them as far as I could tell, but I also didn’t seem to care that much. I was halfway dancing, halfway trying to figure out what the hell was going on when I saw a pair of brown eyes glance at me. Suddenly, nothing else mattered, I just had to get to the man with those eyes. They were familiar and comforting somehow. I pushed past people until I got to the person who belonged to those eyes and heard my alarm buzz right next to my ear.
I woke up in my bed, confused, and fifteen minutes late for class. Nice start to the day. I must have fallen asleep listening to music the night before because my headphones were tangled up under my pillow, still blasting one of my playlists on Spotify.
It was just one of those dreams that sticks with you. Throughout the day, I kept trying to remember pieces of it, trying to figure out if it was real or if it was just something my mind made up. Was it actually a memory or did my imagination just run wild while I slept? But it couldn’t have been all in my head.
It all felt so real.
I heard the song during the day and instantly saw the whole scene all over again. The feeling of people everywhere, the need to get where he was, and so much confusion as to what the hell was actually happening. It all came back.
I told one of my friends about how vivid it was and how real it all felt. Of course he fucked with me by saying, “what if this is the dream? No one really knows after all. What if the imaginary is really reality?” Although he sounds crazy and dumb, he brought up a good point.
It’s incredibly hard to know what’s real.
The world isn’t black and white like it should be. Everything is not right or wrong. There are gray areas. Just like there are fuzzy areas between what’s real and what’s all in your head. Did he mean to touch me like that? I bet he picked my favorite place to eat on purpose. He walked this way just to see me, I know it. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in an idea that sometimes we forget to look up and get a reality check. We forget to actually look at the facts of a situation and get out of our heads for a minute.
We forget that dreams can seem like reality and reality can seem like a dream.
We end up connecting dots that aren’t there. We over analyze and read between lines that have not been written. We get stuck in our heads and end up questioning everything until our reality is turned upside down. And when it seems like we will be stuck in this situation forever, something comes along to wake us up.
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