It Started With a Dream
It started with a dream, one I couldn’t forget, no matter how hard I tried. I thought it was just a strange vision, something to brush off when morning came, but it’s never that simple. Every night, I fall asleep, and each dream feels more real than the last, more vivid, more... alive. At first, I thought I was imagining things. Maybe I was just tired, but these dreams aren't like the ones I used to have. They’re different. They’re connected to something. The more I try to forget, the deeper I fall into it.
I don't know why I can't shake this feeling, but it's like something, or someone, is calling me. There's this figure, always just out of reach, always watching, always guiding me through a world that feels both familiar and foreign. The line between my waking life and my dreams is starting to blur. People I see in my dreams show up in my day-to-day life, like shadows, like echoes of something I’ve yet to fully understand.
