Chapter 2: First Dream

I’m floating. An infinite void. Filled with memories. Moments of life. Of lives. Lives I’ve never lived. Lives I’ll never live. Yet, somehow familiars. I can move freely around. In each direction, more and more memories floating with me. 

None of this is my problem. They’re not me. Those are not mine. Yet. 
The louder I scream in my head, the more desperate I am to convince myself, the deeper the connection to those memories. 

They’re not me. I’m me. I’m the only me. I know my life. I know myself. 

They’re not me. It’s not my problem. It’s not mine. 

I’m not me. I’m them. They’re me. 
Wait… no! They’re not me! 

They’re not me. They’re not me. They’re…