This day I decided to write about my reality, a reality in which people tend to ask me what I want from life. A reality in which everyone is the main character, and I'm just a bystander. The stories of which people think I'm the protagonist but in reality it's them, they dictate the chapter, they decide where the story will go.

My name is Scarlett Swift, people describe me as a reliable person, someone who will always be there to share problems with and someone who listens to every story they have, no matter the situation and without judgement, and in some aspects or cases it's true. But always remember, a person, no matter how nice, will always be portrayed as something else in each person's own point of view. Thus, the story of how I have been merging my dreams and reality in my day-to-day life.

The thing is I wasn't even aware that I was doing it until something weird happened, I woke up feeling that my reality is changing, people around me seem familiar and strange and different all at the same time. The weirdest of all is waking up and having that weird feeling that I'm always missing something or maybe someone?

So I decided to learn more about dreams and people, which made me understand that my life without the final understanding of my alternate reality will be more and more confusing as I move forward, and the weird thing is, I'm embracing all the weirdness and all the fictional reality being handed to me in a way that normal people wouldn't understand. From dragons to aliens to alternate realities, to even astrological changes and unseen beings is now a normal conversation.

I accepted this when I was a child, which is why people keep telling me that I am mature for my age. That's because i was awakened early on, but then i met someone that exists but doesn't at the same time, you know he is there but you don't know who he is, when i crossed paths with him every question i had was answered. he was the catapult that i have been waiting for for a long time, he was the gate, the portal and the key to everything i was questioning. but how do i tell him that he is more that what he thinks he is, in every dream i have it connects with his reality that he doesn't want to understand. He watches everyone's movement without noticing and he savours the sunlight in ways people would think that it is his seductress. No one can approach him, unless he wants to be approached, and people admire him at a distance. He thinks no one notices but in reality, when he is present, he is the only thing they see. No one wants to stray their eyes in another direction for he is a specimen that differs from ordinary people. He is just oblivious to it all