The room I was in was white.
Like, really white.
So white it hurt my eyes and I had to shut them.
Again.
My body felt heavy and it seemed to sink into the bed I was laying in like it was made of lead. Or maybe like I was wearing a cement bodysuit. I sank deeper. And deeper.
My body felt weird. Small, but still really heavy. And brittle.
My dreams have been weird lately. They haven’t had any pretense. Or conclusion. And I’m not sure anything even happened. But I’m certain that I have been dreaming.
Soft whirring noises swirled around the room with the cadence of bumblebees. Big, soft bumblebees.
There was a presence in my chest. It was rising and falling, but not because I was telling it to. There was something snaking down my throat, something tunneling into my nose and down into my head, things going into my hand, and something driven through my stomach and through the back of my head. Things in my arm. It was only just now that I could feel all these things riddled through my body.
[“There’s a hole in my head.”]
“Do you know who you are?”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Can you tell me what the date is?”

A voice sounded from across the universe. Distant, but clear.

“Do you know who you are?”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Can you tell me what the date is?”

Next, I hear the sound of my own soft laughter, and I think to myself:
[“I’m so tired.”]

“Do you know who you are?”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Can you tell me what the date is?”

Is this another dream?

“Can you hear me?”
[“Can you hear me?”]