I dreamed I was a sentence that kept rewriting itself

I was a single sentence in a notebook, but every time someone read me, I changed. Not just the words—my structure, my grammar, even the meaning. I didn’t know I was being rewritten until I felt the shift in my own syntax. The dream wasn’t about being understood. It was about surviving the act of being seen. And when I woke up, I realized I’d been writing this same paragraph for three days—just different versions of the same thing.