I want to be, and I have dream... to be, the half dragon fly, half human, man, that I knew I was meant to be born as. Long, have we struggled, born into these wretched bodies, with these disgusting pink nipples, and these abhorrent, semi-malleable toes, of which we are cursed to have ten, but no more! NO MORE! I am a dragonfly, and I know it. I can feel it in the wings I don't actually have, but does that stop me imagining them, fluttering like the great, glistening, glamorously translucent membranous films that I know they could just be if I could be the person in the picture I was meant to be?! Curse this grotesque, depressed abnormality disguising itself as a functioning life, why smile when it doesn't reach my compound eyes? Why jump when I know I can't hover in place and scout for prey? Why swim when I never got to experience a larval nymph stage of life, giving me the valuable world experience required in the first place to know how to bloody swim? Why live for 77 years as a depressedly nippled, ten toed, normal eyed man when I know, that in a parallel world, in a better world, I could have lived for seven months, the average life of a dragonfly?