Personal Essay: The Dream That Changed My Life

This dream was not new to me, I've had it before. Many, many times in fact. Each time for whatever reason I throw myself off that ship and I never stay asleep long enough to know the result.

「That dream is just too realistic.」

Don't get me wrong, I have dreams. Nightmares and wet dreams too.

〔Cough〕

The difference is, this dream is was just too realistic, and it was a reoccurring dream. I try not to think about it, though on the surface it may seem special, supernatural even, I've convinced myself otherwise. I had too, I've lost myself in nonsense like that before. I was unsatisfied with life. Unsatisfied with my social life, my family's financial situation,

「Hell, my family even.」

I blame my family for everything. That may seem irresponsible

But one thing didn't change, I still to this day believe I am different from other people.

「Alius... different.」

Seeing as it is a school day I roll myself out of bed and begin my morning routine. Actually I don't do much, I take a quick shower, throw some cloths on, and brush my teeth. The rest of the time after that is spent shadowboxing. The funny thing is, I've never been in an actual fight, I don't know any martial arts whatsoever, and if you put me next to another 17 year old boy 9 times out of 10 their physique would totally eclipse mine.

But nonetheless I am completely enthralled by shadowboxing. When I throw a punch it feels completely natural. That doesn't change the fact that I have nobody to exchange blows with so truth be told I am probably, most likely, utter trash in a fight.

I glance at the clock and see it's about time to leave for school, I live about 2 miles away from school and it takes me, on average, about 30 minutes to walk their. It's seriously cold outside and I don't have much to do as I walk so I tend to think about things to keep my mind preoccupied, I think about casual things like time travel paradoxes, the meaning of life, and all of existence. You know, casual