I love the way my mind presents me with stories.
At some point, I become a participant of sorts (complete with dialogue) but there are times when a reverie develops into a narrative with its own texture and context and depth before any meta-process seems to kick into play.
How is it that these waking dreams occur? I can get far into one before it seems to require much from my conscious self at all.
It's wonderful.
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