Do you ever get this feeling of deja vu, that's so strong you have a visceral reaction? But it isn't concrete, just a faint impression.
Like, when you throw a rock at a tree, you don't expect it to hit its mark, but to land as if you had dropped it from your hand instead of thrown it. But the rock does hit the tree, and you believe, in the deepest recess of your heart, that it shouldn't have.
Or, perhaps, out of the corner of your eye, you see the poster of a zombie movie, and you think , ah yes, the world has ended. Not because it has (of course), but because you can remember your stomach dropping, hiding inside houses, trying to desperately work together, but just not being able to.
There was once, when you opened your anatomy textbook, and suddenly felt as if your stomach had been cut open, and blood was leaking between your fingers. You felt the viscera, the serous membrane, slick on your hands. Then, a sickening sense of emptiness.
Just impressions. Fleeting images that leave you bewildered. Dreams that turned into reality for the briefest moment. Perhaps there's a word for it.
Deja vu, maybe.
Isn't that crazy?
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I Fell Asleep
Short StoryA dream journal, of sorts. Some liberties are taken, to make things more exciting and intelligible. More like an episodic series, inspired by yours truly.
