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The autonomous reactions kicked in. I began moving naturally yet not by my own will, feels as though im being being pulled forward on anothers whim. Struggled processing this info thats currently unfolding around me, a controlled event thats ongoing and beginning to end again. Seems I suddenly awakened during dreaming about a dream, discovering another realm of consciousness that is both lucid and unrealistic. Thoughts are nonlinear, where knowing nothing exist earlier, suddenly I gained experience in an area I never knew to question or to be curious as to gaining knowledge on this subject without caring about the consequences for me being completely oblivious of its existance in the first place therefore I never should have aquired such a surrplus of specifics towards a curiosity that has never before bothered me into asking why? Unable to suggest an alibi to wrap my head around this paradox of irrationally gained awareness steming from a perversion of third and first person perspective thats collectively and individualy being narrated by a myriad of intangible voices that summarize my internal diologue. Intensely digesting my every thought process with suggestions for answers to a question I had yet to ponder whether to think to have thought of them. Now this quest to intercept an object that has been sent on a trajectory towards a monetary treasure I have been on this quest for all my life as this all came from nowhere. LOOK OUT! I shout, at no one in particular. Dangers abound all around, must protect this person who's now my love interest, how interesting, just a moment before this need to embrace her and kiss this person I didnt know; according to these brand new memories I have not known where my own until now. Didn't even know she was reality until reminded from hindsight that she is meant to be my bride some day. Hopefully if I can save her from a hauntingly familiar danger...oh lord.. Finding myself alarmed for possible harm from an unexpected descent of a random object trajecting itself on course to colide with an immeasurably valuable monetary possession I have been on a quest since the beginning, just now realizing, to find, now this priceless object, almost within my grasp, while simultaneously another object has created its own massive momentum hell bent on colliding with that most treasured possesion I am meant to hunt for with malevolent intent. Nothing so contrived as to suggest a ghost is behind this enlivened soap opra. And I, just now noticing that my love interest, fiance memory insists, is now a damsel in distress, and have to chose between her death or that damned treasure I wanted more than I never knew I always wanted. REACTION timed sequentially, in retrospect, to allow for cause and effect rendered moot. Succumbing to this plot within its narrative without foerthought, seems imperitive to declare itself as food for thought. A second glance perspective given chance to be objective; as evidence shows memory is selective, taken back by this revelation, gives one to pause, realizing the severity of possible calamity was irrelevant to the cause. Again to have an outside awareness of dangers predetermined before the encounter even began. An inevitable outcome undone by actions written. A narrative residual ritual to create an allegory, thoughts spun from words turning slowly into the story. Irrelevant plot twists, designed for the reader to rewind maybe catch some inconsistencies one insists must exist throughout plot, explaining memories in place before the thought created it. Finding denial truly powerful. Especially when you lie about dejavu. This life you read, these moments unfolding, could be your life written too. A character in any given story, just another plot structure being read, a world held within anothers imagination, interpreted through the ideas expressed while reading contents from a living, breathing author. How is your path to reading this intistiguishable from writer narrating that you are reading this? All happenstance of merriment, pitfalls of predicament, coincidence a consequence of character development. Decisive actions imposed on you decisions to this end? Are these choices made then truly free? Did the narrator convince you that you narrated them? From writers pen, these words written in hopes a reader would one day be reading them. bY fLACKERSPLATT