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Mariko Reizei What's your Japanese Name?] I am moving through the scenery, not walking, not running, not floating, not flying. Just moving. I've been there before, and you've been there before. It is the dream. I begin to slip into a vast nothingness - a void, blackness. I am listening to everything: Every word spoken, every thought, and every emotion. Yet to me, it does not matter. I am slowly drifting into another world, another universe, and another life. It is a life that is mine, but at the same moment, a life that does not belong to me: A reality outside of reality - unreal. The sounds in the atmosphere - the music, the thoughts, the feelings, the words, and the emotions - are slipping into an indifferent oneness inside my mind, within my soul. A voice calls me by name - very distant, yet strikingly near. It fades, and then returns with more volume and force, startling me back into the reality that is reality. It is only my friend, Julie. I smile at her, and she at me. We know something, the two of us. We have something together. How I long to be elsewhere. I long to be in a complete, yet incomplete, control of my life and all situations therein. How dearly I miss that alternate universe, that other life. I yearn for that completely different, yet amazingly similar, world to which I visit every night of my life. I will return there again tonight - to live, see, hear, think, feel, and be a part of, the humanity I belong to only in my dreams. There, I can and do correct the mistakes I've made throughout my life. There, I create, and become a part of, my alternate world, my parallel universe. There, I work out my problems so I can face another day in the real world that is reality. There, I am me, but I am not really myself.LOVEMYFLASH CODE /LOVEMYFLASH CODE