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When I was in the second grade I wondered if my life was a dream. Like I tried to understand that everything was real, but to me what was real was my dreams. Anything that was tangible wasn’t good enough, so I decided that it wasn’t real, I guess. So at that point or age or whatever, I decided to figure out what my life really was. I decided that it was a dream. I wondered who’s dream I was in. Maybe it was my way of thinking that maybe someone would want me, would dream about me, would hope to be me or to know me, but either way. I assumed that death was when they woke up. Or did they wake up several times in my dream and that was actually when i slept? And when I woke up, they slept. Then I wondered if maybe what I dreamed about was someone else living. It’s really complicated to explain. Either way, I think about that now, and it makes me wonder…if my life was someone’s dream, would they be glad to be dreaming this? Or would they be bored out of their minds waiting for something exciting to happen? I’d like to live my life so that they wish they didn’t have to wake up. And if/when they did wake up they would wish they had a life like my own. And would they be disappointed in the character that is the main player in this life? Would they think “gosh, I can’t believe that! I thought she was better than that?” I hope not. I want to live the dream.