3.

Please come now. I think I'm falling. I'm holding on to all I think is safe. It seems I found the road to nowhere. And I'm trying to escape. I yelled back when I heard thunder. But I'm down to one last breath. And with it let me say, let me say ...

'Hold me now. I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking ... maybe six feet ain't so far down.'

Six feet huh? Coming out from that white light I can almost hear the lyrics of the Creed song One Last Breath call out and yeah whatever is happening with me or to me has me thinking of maybes, what ifs and what the hell? Though thinking of the rock group Creed then the song My Sacrifice also comes to mind.

'Hello, my friend we meet again, it's been a while, where should we begin? .... Feels like forever ...'

Feels like forever indeed.

Not so long ago I felt almost carefree, I felt good, and I was ready to explore the moment I am in though this has now turned to sadness. I feel somewhat down and fearful. Those images I have seen, I don't understand them, what do they mean? Do they mean anything at all? Maybe my mood change is down to having viewed them. I want my reality back; I want normality back. That old saying comes to me now, what you want and what you actually get are two separate things. Is this my reality now?

I remain in this kind of floating state; at least this is what I am thinking, for it is how it feels though my eyes are closed. I need to get my bearings though I am not sure if doing that would actually make a difference. It does make a difference. I open my eyes and there is a wall a few feet on front of me. I feel as if am not in vertical position.

There is no more bright white light. It faded moments ago and is completely gone. I am lying in bed on my side, the side I could see myself lying on when the floating this first began. So, was I dreaming? Or is there more? Was there more? Is this more? I am not dead, right? There is no out of body experience? ... I've got a feeling ...

At this point I remember that attractive lady who was on my bed when this began. Is she near or on the bed now? I turn quickly. She is not there. Was she ever really there? I dreamt her, right? And now I am awake? I suddenly remember the gun too. It is not on the bed either. I pat myself all over; I am alright and am thankfully not feeling any pain. I have not been shot and it is safe to say that I am very much alive. I had not been sliced by an axe either.

The image of Mario in bed now comes to me, Mario, and Yoshi's bloodied severed head. I sit up and slowly begin to remove the bed sheets. I am alone in my bed, thankfully no severed head of any kind anywhere as far as I can see and no blood either. It is time to get back to normality, so I get myself out of bed and go shower.

4.

The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her Bones.

The seas be ours and by the powers where we will, we'll roam.

Yo, ho, all hands hoist the colours high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.

I am no pirate though I may as well be despite being nowhere near the Caribbean, have I cheated death? Pirates don't belong solely to the Caribbean.

I get on with my day, get on with my life and my life on this day takes me to a place I somewhat recognize despite the fact that I know I have never been there before. I stand on a pathway in a park I know I have never been to before, but I recognize this place, I recognize this moment.

The tarmac path is slim and there is grass on both sides. This day is bright and peaceful, as is the park. A child holds on to an adult while also holding onto a helium balloon. Was the first time around some sort of premonition? Or have I somehow just strangely already been in this moment? I don't know what to think.

A sudden moment filled with nausea and light-headedness hits me like a punch to the face. Talking about a comfortable numb earlier, well it is safe to say I feel numb right now though it is not all that comfortable. I need to take a moment though this feeling takes me to my knees. The adult and child come close, and I am asked as to if I am alright. I respond that I am fine, and I offer thanks for the concern shown towards me.

Moments pass and I recover so I move on, resume my day though it is not long before I am hit once more by that nausea and light-headedness.

Grocery shopping on my way home has me feeling sick to my stomach. There is a poster in the store I am in, an advert. I am not too sure as to what it is for as that does not concern me. The image however does concern me. On this poster, a rather large poster is the image of an over-grown rabbit, an evil looking humanoid rabbit, the same over-grown humanoid rabbit from whatever it was that I had experienced.

The duality in the red flannel shirt and then the light blue dungarees, it is very strange indeed. Why anyone would use this image or an image like it for an advertisement is beyond me. I think I would still find this image somewhat sickening even if I never had encountered it during my floating experience whether that be a dream or something else entirely.

Boy, I got vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals ... we've gone too far to give up who we are ...

I am living in two worlds. Is one real and the other not? If so, which one is real and which isn't? The here and now must be what is real, but then why is there elements from that other place here, maybe they have always been here, and I am only just seeing it now, a reality in a dream or a dream in a reality.

It all continues as is though, strange or otherwise, for as I make my way home, I pass a building, a house, the very same house I had entered, the house I had floated right into, the one with the little girl having breakfast and as I do pass this place I see the very same girl out playing in the garden. What the hell is going on? This all really is surreal.

5.

Honestly, if you're given the choice between Armageddon or tea, you don't ask 'what kind of tea?'

Is there a choice? Surely, I am not choosing for any of this to happen?

I cannot allow all this, all of what is happening to affect me; it would and will only drive me mad and that is if I aren't insane already. Maybe I am indeed already mad, already crazy, disillusioned even. I need help and I need to do something; I might even need to go see someone. If I do, then where do I start? If I do this, would I only end up committed? I haven't done anything wrong though right? I haven't tried to hurt anyone, other than myself that is, if even I have done that at all.

Continuing home and the madness itself continue. The local cinema is advertising an international week. There is a poster for a foreign horror movie, a lady standing on grass with a golf club in hand and another hand is in the ground, rather reaching out from under the ground, this is possibly for a Spanish speaking movie. Whatever the movie is for ... the poster has me feeling sick to my stomach and this feeling of sickness only intensifies when I see another poster, an animation, an animated woman wielding and axe.

I do need help and I know it. That pink flowing hair, those eyes, she is looking at me, watching me and I am sure she will laugh at me once I turn my back. Why am I being watched? It seems to be somewhat of a theme going through all this. Paranoia, right that it is, this is my minds way of telling me that I am paranoid. If there could another song to go with this moment it would be Radiohead's Paranoid Android. I am no android, at least I hope not.

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest

From all the unborn chicken voices in my head

What's there? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

What's there? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

I arrange to go see a head shrink, a psychiatrist, not knowing or having any idea as to what I can or could achieve by doing this. It can't hurt right? It could only either help me out or do nothing at all, yeah? This is what I would have thought. Didn't have to wait too long to meet one shrink in particular and boy wasn't I in for a surprise.

Having arrived at an arranged time and location, I am shown into an office and am asked to take a seat. I am temporarily left alone. After only a minute or two a lady walks into the room. Is she the head shrink? Possibly, maybe. At first, she appears as a silhouette, and it is not long until she steps into the light.

Holy hell, she is the lady from my bedroom, the leather jacket like top and tights wearing and seriously attractive lady. It soon becomes obvious that she has come with that gun which had been lying on my bed. You can imagine the shock; I stand and move away from the seat I had been on. The lady raises the gun, holding it in both hand she points it at me. A few seconds pass and she fires.

Darkness, I am surrounded by darkness. I begin to hear boing noises as if I am Mario collecting coins in one of the Super Mario Brothers games. This sound is soon replaced by the Super Mario Brothers theme music and all of a sudden, I begin to once more feel that floating sensation.

I move higher and higher, fairly soon I open my eyes to find myself back in bed. Was all this a dream? Am I still dreaming? Questions to which I have no answers, will I ever have any answers. I am alone in my room; all I can do is once more go about my day and see where it leads me. I just hope that I am not destined to live through some sort of looped dreamed reality. Maybe it is my destiny or maybe I am more than just a little bit crazy.

Looped, huh, some thought that is, perception looped. The mind, the world we live in, maybe one is just as crazy as the other. Reality lives somewhere in between perception and the loop of infinity.

If there is one more song I could use as a reference, then that would have to be Gnarls Barkly's Crazy. Does that make me crazy? ... Possibly.