[ WP ] A group of developers finally completed their invention that allows people to watch their dreams from the night before . They soon discover that everyone has the same recurring dream every night and no one ever remembers it .

Time is a funny thing, is n't it? It's kind of like breathing; it behaves normally when you do n't think about it, but as soon as you notice it, it becomes a pain in the ass to deal with until you forget again. I once had a teacher talk to me about time as a fourth dimension. He represented it as a piece of paper, with XYZ all being a line on the sheet, and he folded it over. Said that time was just like that. Or maybe that was time travel? 
 
 I also read an article online once, that time was n't infinite. One day, it would just... stop. We would n't know a thing, we'd just be frozen in place for all eternity, unaware. That gave me nightmares for a few weeks; I have to admit, the prospect still scares me a little. But what I would n't give for it to happen now. 
 
 When you've lived long enough, time has a way of dragging on. It'd be fine if I could just forget it existed. It would simply pass, my awareness of it slowly drifting away. But that would be too easy, too merciful. Instead, the universe taunts me. 
 
 I greet the same sun every day. I hear the same conversations on the radio, the same small talk at the water cooler. My car sputters to a halt in front of the same house. The owner waddles out to greet me in the same way he always does. I return home and scold my dog for peeing in the same spot. Nothing ever changes. 
 
 I tried changing things up. Learning a new skill, visiting a new place, planning that perfect, sarcastic comeback. But there's only so much you can do in a day, even if you have all the time in the world. The skills are useless anyhow; no one is surprised by them anymore. It's all so predictable. 
 
 That was a lie. There is one skill that's become my saving grace, my port in the storm. People deride it all the time; they say it's just imagination, that there's no way someone can be aware while they dream. Yeah, no shit, it's imagination. But that imagination allows me to see hundreds, thousands, millions of new things. I see through the eyes of people all over the globe, one at a time and all at once, as they go about their mundane, exciting, sorrowful, ecstatic, beautiful, disgusting, amazing lives. 
 
 The burst of variety keeps me going, keeps me alive. Well, it does n't really; that honor belongs to whatever sadistic being keeps hitting the reset button. But it makes it... easier. 
 
 I wonder if those people ever dream about me.
