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Oct. 1st, 2004
I had the strangest experience when I woke up this morning. I wake up, and it is pitch black, and I have no idea where I am, and even more strangely, I have no idea who I am. For some reason I do not panic, and I start trying to drag up recent memories as I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I find that I can't remember anything in the past, and from what hazy shapes that begin to appear in my surroundings, I conclude that it is around the early to mid 1940's, I'm in a military-style tent, and that I must be a fairly high ranking individual, because I my tent is large and I'm the only one in it. So I conclude that it must be right around WWII and I'm in Europe somewhere, probably around the Rhine river and it's the middle of the night. Ok, I can deal with that. Then I get out of bed and step onto the carpet and then I suddenly I remember that it's 2004 and I'm in my bedroom in Watertown, Wisconsin, in these Despotic States of America. There are some sages who say that the moments of forgetfulness upon waking are the closest to supreme enlightenment the average person gets, and I can believe them, because for a moment, I was completely outside of Time and Space, I was no one, in no place, at no time, until I created the reality I was to step into. Strangeness abounds.