1 Who am I? (Prologue)

My world had never seemed real, as if I was in a dream that would never end. Nothing seemed real. Nothing seemed to matter. The world would shift and change, some days following weeks would seem to fit in, then it would completely change. The pieces of the puzzle, the world, never seemed in place and it continuously warped and changed. Some days I'd find myself in vast plains or some very remote place with no memory and absolutely no clue how I got there, others it was as if I could warp the world around me and I could create or do whatever I liked. Some days it seemed like the world was falling apart, others it seemed as if it bowed down to me, and somehow only I now I can remember each day going forward. Only now I realize how awful and lonely that life was, and only now can I change that. How may you ask? I have little to no clue.

I am... in fact, what is my name? I don't recall having any family or any kind of hobby of my own, cause I don't think you can count randomly finding yourself doing something without any control of your own actions. There have been many other people in my world that have passed by, every one of them felt familiar and nostalgic whenever I saw them, but I have no clue why. I guess for now I'll call myself dreamer, for I seem to be in a constant dream world, although I have no dreams myself, I have just heard that that is what they are.

For now I do not know any of my features, I've never looked through a mirror, and my hair color changes quite often. I know I'm pretty tall, my guess is 5,7 or 8. I have absolutely no clue how old I am and sometimes I find this big, tortoiseshell cat following me around, very skittish but with a loud mouth.