I was in a fantasy stroke dream stroke hallucination and it was totally out of control. It was all just happening to me and that was that. It was happening so hard and so fast that I couldn’t do anything about it – I didn’t have time to react. I didn’t have time to think. I was just standing there and staring. A large man with dark glasses, a yellow tee shirt and a shocking pink Mohican haircut shouldered his way to the front of the crowd. He was a large man by anyone’s standard although more in width than height. The crowd made way for him, clearly in awe of his larger-than-life personality and girth, not to mention his shockingly fluorescent pink Mohican. He took me by the arm and led me away from the scene which by anyone’s standards was turning ugly. “Let me tell you a bit about reality,” he said, with a curious expression on his face. I stared at him blankly – I had a feeling that I had forgotten something but I didn’t know what. One of my eyes was twitching sporadically. It wouldn’t let up. “Reality is all around you,” said the man, with great intensity, “but don’t let that fool you.” Somehow I found it very difficult to listen to him; my attention kept wandering off in all sorts of directions. He carried on talking just the same however, oblivious to my lack of attention. “There are,” he said, “in any given situation, three distinct and uncompromising things that you can say about reality, which as we all know is a very slippery customer, a very slippery character indeed. The first thing that we can say about it is that we can’t say anything about it and I can’t remember what the other two things are. We don’t need to worry about them however. They won’t come back to bite you – you can be sure of that.” The man in the yellow tee shirt smiled engagingly then and I realized that I knew him. He was my friend but I had never met him. He winked at me, “Don’t be sniffing that old stuff,” he warned me, “you know what it does to you…” Sniffing the stuff sniffing the stuff sniffing the stuff sniffing that old samsara stuff. Sniffing a line and you’re feeling so fine. Having a smoke because you’re an alright bloke. It comes with a Government health warning you know. You can’t believe everything you read in the papers. I was running a fantasy in my head. My head. A fantasy. Fantasy in my. I was. Fantasy in my. He was my friend but I never knew him. I remembered him well but I hadn’t a clue who he was. I’d never met him. The spaceship was running out of fuel now and we were returning to the Time-Like Universe. Everything was closing in on us.  Horizons were narrowing. The man in the yellow tee shirt was an Avatar of the Universal Mind. It was no wonder he seemed so familiar. He was famous! I hadn’t a clue who he was though. I’d never met him before. I was finding it harder and harder to focus on what he was saying. The spaceship was collapsing into denser and denser probability waves. The dials were going crazy – the level of ambient predictability was hitting the roof. We were falling back into the Time-like Universe. We were going to be buried alive in time. We were going to be prisoners of time…