He was shocked when I said the person giving the statement, and the person saying “statement ends” were both the same person and the same character.

It reminds me of a nightmare I had way back in high school where I was selected to be put into a machine to make me know everything due to something in my blood or whatever, I don’t know.

Point is that I considered myself very lucky to have been given this opportunity. My mom was there to support me, and I stepped into what looked like one of those high-tech modern TSA scanners, but way bigger. They turned it on, and I could feel the power coursing through me. It was a genuine sensation. Thrumming and all that. And I could feel my mind broadening to comprehend, to know… everything. It felt so powerful.

There was, of course, some caveat about me having to do stuff for them with this power, but it was in the name of science and I wanted to help with new discoveries, so I was ok with it.

This is where the dream reverts back a bit to dream logic - I went with my mom to an old friend’s house, and on the way we stopped at a chocolate shop. For some reason I needed to eat white chocolate to enhance this knowledge. I did, and I understood that I now truly knew everything. We went to the friend’s house, and he asked if I wanted to play a board game. I said yes, of course, since that was one of our favorite pastimes together. It was a trivia game of some sort. I realized as he asked me the first question that… there was no point. I knew the answer. I knew all of the answers. I knew every answer. I knew what he was going to do next. I knew how the world was going to turn. I. Knew. Everything. No conversation was worthwhile, no game would be interesting. I said goodbye, and went back with my mom, where I miserably described my predicament. She offered her condolences, but it’s not like the knowledge could be taken back.

And then I woke up, quite shaken. Now, I’ve always been very curious, and up until that day if someone had offered me the chance to know everything, I would have jumped at it. After that, though, I spent the next 5 minutes feeling very odd and very uncertain about my views on life. I was very relieved when someone asked me a question and I didn’t know the answer.

“Man, imagine if vampires were like a subspecies of mannequins. Like, how crazy would that be?”

“Actually, by toy story logic, shouldn’t mannequins come alive at night? Like ‘yeah, I just stand around all day’”

I really like telling stories

I talk a Lot about words and languages and fics

I have stories to tell

But I just. Don’t do the actual thing.

Maybe it’s out of fear of getting characters wrong, maybe it’s something else. But it is odd that if I saw myself and all of the other things that I do, I would confidently assume that I’m a writer, but I’m just Not

Literally nobody:

Not a single soul: