It was still dark outside, I noticed. I shut my eyes once again and went back to sleep and before I realized, reality lost the race to imagination. I became a part of a dream.
I was flying through an unknown land. No living being was in view. After flying for a long time, the length of which I am unaware of, a thought struck me "Why was I flying?" I am supposed to be walking or running or even swimming. How can I fly?
I looked at my limbs and found that there were wings instead. I looked at my body. It was scaly with different hues to it. It gleamed when the sunlight fell on it. If I would have seen a creature having these attributes I would have been astonished by its beauty. But the thought that I have turned into a strange creature scared me.
I started flying, this time with an aim--- To find somebody who knows me and ask him/her why such a thing happened to me. I flew...
Finally I reached a place which looked like my home. I made an effort to call out my Mom, Dad and my friends in the neighbourhood. What came out of my mouth was an unfamiliar squeal. I have lost my voice too.
Just when I was wondering at this sudden change in me, I flew past a mirror and saw that I had transformed into a completely different creature. There is no way by which I can make my presence felt to my loved ones. They do not know this new face which belongs to me. I am far away from their world---"my world".
I heard a sound and woke up. I was not in my room but in a strange land.
It was not a dream. The realization started to sink in.
Once again I started to fly. I stopped only when I saw some creatures which look somewhat similar to me. I tried to join their flock. They did not seem to matter. But it seemed odd to me. I am not one of them, I just look like one of them.
It is not fair. I cannot be compelled to turn into a totally different creature one day and in turn get alienated from my closest pals.
Am i the same individual that i was? Or, am i no more?
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