etymology

I wonder sometimes if dreams are the glimpses we have of our alternate lives in other universes. So often I see a face in my dream that is so familiar and foreign at the same time. Maybe we do know these faces, just not in this life. I woke up feeling the youngest I've ever felt. I used to think that I was an old soul trapped in a young body. I guess that comes when you generalize the little you know about the world to everything you come across in life. I have great designs in my head, but the person I think I am does not correlate with the physical that inhabits my place on this earth. Writing is the only connection I have with myself. Writing is just a way of guiding my dreams. There is so much to see and feel and learn about the world. I have spent too much time thinking and rationalizing. I feel that the further I travel, the deeper I go within myself as well. This post may or may not be an attempt at honesty, I have tried my best to filter out the unconscious which seeps through these lines. I have already said too much, I shall stop now for there is much to live for. And I am filled with excitement.