Today is Tuesday, May 20, 2014 and I am real. At least I think I am. Since 7th grade I have been different than anyone else on the planet. I have something with no name. Something that makes me question the very existence of everything around me. I call it “in somnium ambulat”. In Latin it meant “The Dream Walk” and that doesn’t even start to cover it. Occasionally, when I dream, I fall asleep. When I wake up I can’t tell if it’s real life or still a dream. I can live for months at a time in my dreams only to wake up and find that it’s only the next day. My parents are still alive, my cousin…

Today is Tuesday, May 20, 2014 and I am real. At least I think I am. Since 7th grade I have been different than anyone else on the planet. I have something with no name. Something that makes me question the very existence of everything around me. I call it “in somnium ambulat”. In Latin it meant “The Dream Walk” and that doesn’t even start to cover it. Occasionally, when I dream, I fall asleep. When I wake up I can’t tell if it’s real life or still a dream. I can live for months at a time in my dreams only to wake up and find that it’s only the next day. My parents are still alive, my cousin…

Today is Tuesday, May 20, 2014 and I am real. At least I think I am. Since 7th grade I have been different than anyone else on the planet. I have something with no name. Something that makes me question the very existence of everything around me. I call it “in somnium ambulat”. In Latin it meant “The Dream Walk” and that doesn’t even start to cover it. Occasionally, when I dream, I fall asleep. When I wake up I can’t tell if it’s real life or still a dream. I can live for months at a time in my dreams only to wake up and find that it’s only the next day. My parents are still alive, my cousin…