Dreams that feel more real than reality.

 My consciousness is somehow still “awake,” but nevertheless, in the moments when I am “asleep”—which usually occur in the morning hours, while I am mentally preparing to battle with the day, before I have to be dragged out by an alarm—the dreams I see feel more intimate than a film and even more real than the physical world, and I lose myself inside them. Once I have such a “living dream,” shaking off its effect usually doesn’t take long, because in the rush of the day I don’t get much chance to look inside my mind. But if I didn’t have to force myself to get up, by sleeping like that I could truly live in a more vivid universe—in a completely different place, time, with people and a body, where I am the God and thus everything is possible. Still, their foundations lie in my subconscious; sometimes I seriously wonder whether the dreams I see are actually fragments that recall my real life. I form a kind of connection to my true self through my imagination. And when this happens, I wonder where the planet humanity calls “Earth” is, and how I came to fall here and be abandoned.