I’ve grown accustomed to finding myself in strange places doing weird things. This is on another level, though. I’m such a tiny creature looking up to flowers that smell like that of an oil paint. Has it always been like this? I’m expecting everything to just slide off this plate that I have no idea what it is. Looks like we are on top of a pointy mountain in the middle of nowhere. I’m seeing the world in opposite directions, and I’m having a difficult time constructing the images in front of me. This has to be the most weird and most f*** up dream I’ve ever had, because I’m seeing my Cryptomnesia experience folding out in front of my eyes, which was supposed to be from another completely separate past life of me. Why do I even remember that? Am I being tricked into something here?