The other side of reality is my real home, I don’t feel comfortable over here. Never have, this place doesn’t seem real to me, but people call it reality nonetheless, hence the name “other side of reality”. I’ve been going there for as long as I can remember, I stopped talking about it because my dad made fun of me for it though. He actually mentioned it later too, while I was watching tv with him, some sort of show about kids that remember their past lives. Then he joked about how I was kinda the same as a kid, talking about another world, and that the parents of the kids in the show were stupid for taking it seriously. Because kids make things up all the time and have vivid imagination and stuff.