I once had a dream about the day that I was born.
Every time I fell asleep, my dream would continue where it had previously left off.
Each time that I awoke from the dream, i felt a sense of loss; in which I have never felt before.
"This is the way to escape my pain, of the real world." i thought to myself.
After the third day of falling asleep and dreaming this interesting dream, i found a camera.
The camera was not found in the real world; but rather, in the dream world.
Obviously, i took a picture. It was a digital picture; i was standing in front of a wonderful school
Where i had seen many things; heard many voices that sought shelter in my ears.
I never wanted these times to end.
When i awoke from the dream the next morning, i found that my old camera that was on my shelf, was replaced with a new camera; one that looked similar to the one in the dream world.
I was perplexed; i did not remember switching to a new camera; nonetheless, i aimed to explore the contents. Perhaps it would give me clues as to when i had switched their places.
I opened the image folder in the camera; only to find that there was only one picture, and it was extremely blurry; although it looked a great deal like...me.
Usually, it would have been normal to find a picture of yourself on your own camera, but this picture was different; far different. This picture had an unusual feeling to it; like something was different about the atmosphere
