Dreams are weird. Most times when you are dreaming, you don't have full control of your actions. It's like your body is on autopilot where you can see, hear, touch, etc. You get strange vivid images that your brain just masses together from your experience whether it would be from real life or your imagination.

Most of the time, you would not even remember these dreams. You might have brief flashes of them but nothing concrete. However, there are times when you can remember actual segments of dreams that you may be able to recall the moment you wake up. But most of the time, you have little to no control over your dreams.

So why did I start having this monologue of dreams and how we control them? Well… it's probably because of the fact that I'm currently standing on a chair, with a noose around my hands, about to be placed over my head to hang myself.

Yeah, I may be slightly depressed but I haven't gone that far down the rabbit hole of nihilism enough to simply kill myself like that, even in my dreams.

It seems that my body agrees as well or well, maybe I'm controlling my body this time in this strange dream? Whatever, the point is, I don't wanna die like this, not even in my dreams so I slowly separated myself from the noose and let it dangle on the ceiling.

Besides, I never knew how to tie a noose in the first place. But then again, dreams aren't supposed to make sense so maybe I somehow knew how to tie a noose but then my self-preservation kicked in, preventing me from killing myself like this?

Eh, whatever the reason for this sudden control of this dream, I certainly wouldn't complain. Plus, this is the first time as far as I'm aware that I have complete control over my dream so I'm gonna abuse it however I like.

So with the thought of flying out of the roof, I jumped off the chair in the pose of Superman and prepared myself to fly off…only to be met by the cold hard ground and a ton of pain in my entire body. Ouch.

I certainly did not see this coming, grunting in pain as I noticed that my chin may be bleeding due to the skin being broken. It is odd that I haven't woken up from this dream yet since if I recall, getting hurt real bad or dying in dreams should be able to wake you up but maybe the pain threshold is higher than I thought. Either that or I was just really tired from playing Dota 2 too much and my body desperately needs the rest it can get. Probably the latter if I'm honest.

Pushing myself off the ground and standing up straight, I noticed that my balance felt really off. It was as if I wasn't used to this height at all in the first place which doesn't really make any sense though since in my dreams, I'm usually the same height or at least my perception should be similar or something along those lines.

I looked down on my body and noticed a few things too. First, I'm wearing a brand of clothes that I have never owned before. And second, my skin is much fairer than I remembered. Not to mention that I have no scabs remaining from my allergies to mosquito bites or even scars from them which is really odd but, eh, I'll chalk it up to my subconscious desire of never having to live with mosquito allergies, to begin with.

That said though, my chin is still bleeding so I'll probably need to wash it off and put some bandaid on or wait for my body to just stop bleeding I guess.

Looking around the room, I noticed that at the end of the bed's footboard, is a door that my guess is for the bathroom. Opening said door, my guess was correct as I was greeted by a mirror that is standard for a bathroom. But what reflected off the mirror was something I did not expect.

Dark blonde hair that is long and messy, as if it wasn't taken care of properly. Bottle-glass green eyes stared dully at the mirror with bags underneath them, indicating that I had trouble sleeping. Odd freckles cover both of my cheeks. And of course the bleeding chin which is something I should probably wash off like right now.

After going to the sink and rinsing the blood off of my chin for like a few minutes, I stared back at my face and narrowed my eyes at it. I never really imagined myself with freckles, green eyes, or blonde hair but damn if I look outright handsome. This face is a fucking criminal against all the men of humanity. This face should not be this good-looking. Either that or maybe it's just me and my hate-and-non-hate relationship with blonde hair guys.

I let out a sigh as I stepped out of the bathroom and properly looked at my "room". This place looks like it belongs in an entirely different country rather than in the Philippines. Which sure, I could maybe see rooms like this there but they are probably way too expensive to just even stay in those hotels or houses. The fact that I'm living in one means that I am currently dreaming of being a rich person either in America or the Philippines. Odd dream but I'll roll with it.

Exploring the room a bit, I notice a desk nearby another door, which would probably be the exit from this room. I went over to the desk and noticed a lot of crumpled paper just torn apart and left there wasted. I picked up one of these papers and tried to read it with no such luck as the words were scribbled to the point of it being unreadable.

I looked at the other papers to see if I can get some clue about this room or maybe even about this dream but they are all just scribbles which left me quite disappointed. I threw all the wasted paper to the bin. I decided to open the drawers to check for stuff and found an ID that looked like it was for school. I picked it up and read its information.

"Reginald Livsey, Grade 12-B, School Year 2009-2010… wait what?"

2009 and 2010? Shouldn't it be 2022-2023? I don't know why I would dream of the past, considering that I really was young at the time, not caring about anything else but to try and fit in school, the young naive of my past self that is.

Also that name though…it sounds familiar but I can't quite tell where I heard it from though. Eh, I'll probably remember it when I wake up to something.

Placing the ID on the desk, I opened the other drawer to find a small phone which…holy crap, this thing looks so old-school. It was as if I was back in the 2000s or something. Granted I never had phones when I was that young but this is a dream though! I should have advanced phones or something close to what I use. Why do I have something so…low tech?

This dream is really frustrating me now but whatever, at least I can move around it and have actual control so beggars can't be choosers.

I picked up the phone and opened it to find something even more odd.

September 12, 2009

23:45

So weird. So it's really 2009 in this dream huh…not to mention that the format for the time is the 24-hour one rather than the 12-hour one that I always use. Why is it that the one time that I can control my dream is the most confusing one to date! This is just way too odd at this point I'm tapping out!

I decided to do the one-sure method of getting out of this boring yet confusing dream.

Biting myself.

And so i crunch down hard on my arm with no mercy.

…

…

…

It didn't work.

I felt the pain certainly but I wasn't waking up from whatever this is. I tried biting myself several more times just to be sure but nothing. No sudden jolt out from the bed or being woken up by rays of sunlight in my room with my siblings Just the dull pain from biting my arms.

What the fuck is going on here!?