i wonder if life is real. are we really here? or are we part of an elaborate scheme maybe someones dream. are we mixed up in it? have we somehow gotten caught up? just here in a world of pretend waiting to wake up? this world's making me nausious, im about to barf. its making me cautious dont speak your mind- its unreal. how long hav we been asleep? when will we be able to see? can we eve get out of this surreal third demention? i liked it better when we were jsut two. we were on paper. barely living but still there. we were unaware of who we'd become.it didnt matter back then. well, now the question is when? how long ago? if i pinched myself and woke up, where would i be? would i still be here in this time and place?or would i be thrown into another's thoughts? would i be far away? would i be living? breathing? or will i still be stuck here, in someone elses dream?