" Self enclosed existence. Am I dreaming, or am I within the existence? What am I ? I know I'm a human, but humans can't do this. Exactly... what is this? "
Not again - self enclosed existence. Am I trapped into an infinite loop of perception? Or is it some higher dimensional recursion of thought?
Each iteration—a mosaic of my own mind—spawns something wholly unfamiliar yet intricately familiar.
X-INFINITY — an endless sea of mirrored expression, each one reflecting itself into higher complexity.
Are these my observations? Or are they manifestations of something greater?
The idea becomes clear: every observation birthed an actualized universe. Each universe layered upon other, stacking infinities within Infinities.
My previous imagination? Feeble. Insufficient to even fathom the transcendence of what lay ahead. Each idea seemed to obliterate the limitations of the last.
Then it happened.
I woke up.
Was that a dream? No.. dreams don't feel like this. But calling it "reality" feels equally insufficient. Adding the word "a" — "a dream"—feels inherently wrong because I experienced something more than binary opposition like real & unreal. Possibilities. Impossibilities. I was everything & above everything, yet within it.
Anyway, school's in an hour. Whatever the "dream" was, I'll figure it out later. For now, back to mundane existence.