Sensing Fabricated Reality

I walked down the stone hall in the basement. I was going to meet some acquaintances at a party. The hallway seemed very long for some reason. After a time, it seemed as if I had been walking down it for twenty or more minutes without going anywhere.

My phone rang. Expecting someone to ask why I had not yet arrived, I was shocked to find that the call was from 1259. Thoughts flew through my head.

Should I answer ? If I answer here, service might be terrible. I'm underground in stone. I don't want to mess up my one chance to talk to 1259... But, if I ignore it for now, it'll bother me for the rest of the night. I have to take it.

"Hello ?"

"Hello."

"Surprising to see a call from you... What's up ?"

"You called me before... And, I wanted to know why."

"Well, I wanted to talk to you."

"Why ?"

"I miss you. I want to ask about your life. I want to tell you about mine. I want to be friends again. You know that."

"Well, let's talk."

At that very moment, something inside of me reached out to my consciousness. I knew this scene. It was not real. It couldn't be real. I felt a painful sensation in my forehead.

Then I awoke in my bed. I was right. It was fake. A dream.

This is the first step in combating these false images that are projected onto my sleeping mind.