Suddenly, I vanish, and the world disappears. I have no recollection of where I was, where everyone else is or my history. I'm somewhere within myself, my mind - I think.
My time begins to appear limited. I feel a pull, like the hands of a nurse during my birth. Everything starts to fade as my environment rapidly alters. It's like I'm quickly flicking through photographs taken of the human imagination. Nothing makes sense anymore. I'm encountering a mess of my psyche. It slows, vanishes, the dream disappears as a repeated noise brings me back. I stop my alarm, follow my morning routine and dress in work attire to start the day. I look out before me, knowing what I see externally is influenced by the internal. I'm partly within myself, my mind - I think. Time here is limited; the hands of death are reaching out to grab me like a midwife. I choose to accept that; death fascinates me. I wonder if I've been here before yet have no recollection of where or who I was. Regardless of that thought, I continue as if ordinary exists. I finish my job, sign out, drive home, and vibe the human experience until I tire.
Then, suddenly, I vanish, and the world disappears. Tell me, are we dreaming? Because I have no idea.