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MidReal Story
In a world where dreams can be purchased and experienced
Anonymous
Apr 8
Scenario:In a world where dreams can be purchased and experienced, James, an addict of these dream escapes, uncovers a plot to manipulate minds through these dreams.
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I remember when I first moved to the city and how much I loved it.
The energy was electric, the possibilities endless, and I was sure that I was on the brink of an adventurous new chapter in my life.
Now, years later, the magic is gone, and Iām stuck in a reality that feels like anything but an adventure.
But maybe thatās just me.
My days are spent in a state of perpetual discontent, my nights either drowning in alcohol or wandering through my dreams in search of some form of release.
There was a time when I had so much ambition and determination for what the future held.
I guess time just has a way of wearing you down.
Donāt get me wrong, I have a good job at a small accounting firm downtown, and I know itās only a matter of time before I move up and make some real money, but it just feels so boring sometimes.
Iām not sure if accounting is really what I want to do with my life, but itās all Iāve ever known.
And maybe thatās the part I resent the most: that I donāt know what else I would want to do if not this.
It feels like Iām just living my life on autopilot, waiting for something to change without ever doing anything about it.
Even the city itself feels like itās changed, like itās working against me now instead of with me like it once did.
I used to love getting lost in its streets, soaking up its wild energy and feeling like anything was possible.
Now it seems like all the city does is remind me of how little has changed since those first days when I arrived with my head full of dreams and ambitions for what my future held.
When Iām feeling especially restless and itās clear that the only way to get out of my own head is with a little help, I turn to alcohol.
Thereās nothing quite like a good night at the bar to put my mind at ease, even if itās only for a little while.
But then there are also nights like tonight where even the alcohol doesnāt seem to be doing much to help me shake my restlessness.
Nights where all I want to do is sleep without dreams so that I can wake up and face another day without this overwhelming sense of boredom hanging over me.
Because even though my dreams arenāt always exactly what youād call pleasant, theyāre definitely better than being wide awake and stuck in the same routine with no end in sight.
Thatās not to say that my dreams are always peaceful, but at least they give me a break from my reality.
