Reality Is No More

Alienis Berries

I awoke with a startle.  It's night, the fake stars are out and there's no moon to be seen.  Even the darkness seems made up in my artificial little world.  I think back to the odd scene that had  been playing in my head.  A woman who was very much dead, a blue rose that was very much alive and blood.  Those berries had induced that ungodly state.  I wouldn't an explanation, but there's little chance for that.  I had leaned back against the berry tree and held my head in my hands.  That's when I felt something in my pocket, something that no doubt wasn't there before.  I pulled out a moderate sized notebook, complete with a pen and ribbon bookmark.  It was plain leather back book with completely blank lined pages.  No longer surprised by the odd things in this world, I took it upon myself to jot down a warning about the berries.  I added a drawing, details on the tree and it's affects.  I even gave them a name, Alienis cogitationibus.  I sighed to myself a moment after creating the name, that's when I realized it was Latin.  It said strange thoughts.  I spoke fluent Latin.
Of course I speak Latin... Could this possibly shed some light on who I am?  Am I from Italy perhaps?  No, no, that can't be right.  That would have meant I lived between sometime in the 6th century.  Though I have no clue what the year currently is, I am fully aware that I am in the 21st century at least. So, why is it I know Latin?  Is there more than just English and Latin in my span of knowledge?  Could I be a Polyglot or translator?  I wasn't sure.  But soon morning arose, and night fell, and morning rose and night fell.  The days rolled by and I stayed sitting.  In my mind only a few seconds had passed, but my internal clock says it had been hours.  I felt high, not lying.  I wanted to fall over and die...  I felt incapable of anything, as if life itself was out to get me.  My arms felt glued to my sides and my legs to heavy to move.  This world of mine can't be real, none of this can be real.  I'm starving and lost.  I'm confused and alone. 
Starving... Yes, you are starving.  You need to eat, but the only food around are those berries.  Surely a few more couldn't hurt you. 
It's true, whatever happened before wasn't anything compared to what would happen if I stopped eating completely.  So, I forced myself to stand and reach out for a berry.  I plucked it from the tree and then sunk back down to the ground before gingerly placing it in my mouth.  I chewed slowly and then the flavour hit me again.  I told myself not to eat a whole bunch or else the same thing will happen to me as before.  But I couldn't stop myself, I ate as many berries as I could reach!  And then the dreaded wave of dizziness washed over me, I stumbled to the ground and waited for the whole thing to start over again. 
"Here you go, some water to grow nice and strong." I heard a young girl's voice in the darkness of the void. "Mother says you're the most beautiful rose bush in all of the city."  The silhouette appeared, "I wish I knew your colour. But it's okay, your still beautiful in black and white to me." The girl is holding a watering can and staring down at a small bush. "I don't need to know your colour, your shade will do just fine."  Her voice has saddened, like the woman's did. "I... I know you must look lovely..."  She nearly whimpered.  "Don't cry for me, little roses."  Her figure was coming closer and closer.  The tears rolling down her cheeks were a pale blue, but once again the rest of the scene was all in black. A solid shadow. "I will take good care of you, and maybe in the future... I will see your colour."  Quickly the scene moved closer until it was close enough to touch. 
Her tears began pouring down her face, but she made no noise.  She stood and stared at the rose bush, once again colour returned to them.  The girl wore the same plain white dress that the woman had been wearing.  Her long brown hair was in a braid, tied together at the end with a red ribbon.  The rose bush however, consisted of simple shades of grey.  It had no colour. Then the light began to shine again and the image faded...

"I'll never understand those..." I murmured to myself before letting out a large gasp.  Not only had my accent changed, but my voice sounded so mature!  Had I changed during the course of that sleeping state?  Or was this how I had always been?  My French accent, does this mean I know French?  I dug deep into my thoughts and pulled out the words, "Perdu à la mer."  Lost to the sea..?  Surely it was French, but why had those specific words come out of my mouth.

"Perdu à la mer... Quel vie étrange!"