Perception Is Reality.

Look how they shine for you...

I dreamed you again, despite my best efforts to lessen your presence in my mind. Who you are in my dreams, and who you are in the naturalistic world parallel with each other, though in one... you held so much more control over me.

I was in the best place possible, surrounded my most beloved and closest of friends. I had just returned from such a strange journey through a large building complete with dozens of flights of stairs to which I was forced to scale over half a dozen times. Despite the draining exercise, I was still energised as we headed towards the counter, where we would wait for our popcorn to watch a movie. I didn't know of the movie, obviously, because you were buying everything...

But wait, why were you there? I said that it was my closest friends, and yet you somehow managed your way into our little group. I forced my eyes away from you, and instead looked at the intense colours that paved our way as we walked towards the cinema door. I heard you laugh, and talk amongst my friends, and I desperately tried to speed up my pace; my body would not allow it, because I found no control of myself in this world. Suddenly, I felt your hand upon my shoulder, and your arm was stretched across from my opposite side, where my other shoulder was also then occupied with your other hand. You were to the right of me, carrying the popcorn in your right hand, and musing with the others, gesturing images to further articulate your stories. You seemed to be leading me into the right direction, as I found myself shifting slightly towards the left, back with our little group. As I thought, I was unable to move from your tender grasp, and even my slightest attempts to throw of your hand from my shoulder failed to succeed. On impulse, I moved my left hand towards yours, and I desperately tried to manage a grip onto your hand so I could lift it off my shoulder. However, my hand resisted to close in on your fingers, and your hand found a comfortable space in my palm, where I could barely even make a fist. My hand was suddenly frozen to the curve of my neck, and the warmth of your fingers trickled through mine as they danced around in its small, enclosed space that I had made for them.

Not only were you controlling my directional sense, you were controlling my movements, and so much more, my emotions. I've been trying to resist you for so long, and in my desperation, my dreams are beginning to articulate such a fantastical world of which is fake, but of which is what I cannot control.

Why? I've steered my thoughts completely clear of you, and your face haunts me in my dreams. But it's okay. I refuse to lose myself in my dreams, where my perception of you is completely skewed by my personal biases, but instead, I'll acknowledge that I am not changing how I think based on what is fleeting, but what I know to be true.

Perception, is it not reality?


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*sigh*, I'm cutting into my sleep time again. It's been something that's been haunting me all day, and it's only now where I decide to write about. I'm sorry about the lack of intricacy and detail in this piece, as well as the lack of vocabulary -_-. I'm really lazy with this now, but it always makes me feel guilty when I don't post after 2 days without posting... so yeah.

Tehe, Psychology is by far my worst subject, but I even managed to pull a B for the exam. :) Overall, these are my ranked marks: A+,A+,A,B+,B. I have everything! :) Two A+s, it's NOT a mistake, peoples... -__-.

LOL, Sarah.