Is this real? Am I really here typing away on a laptop? For I could be anywhere in the world right now, anywhere that is not where I currently think I am and what I am actually doing right at this moment is just make believe. I may be inside a dream, one from which I may not properly wake from, maybe I have always been living within a dream and everything that I believe I have ever done I never actually done at all.

Perhaps the idea of a matrix is real and we all, or maybe even just me, are or am living within a simulation and perhaps, today may just be the first day in which I have questioned my very own existence. Imagine, everyone I have ever encountered is nothing more than non-player avatars in some sort of virtual reality. Why am I considering any of this? Well ...

This morning at about half past eight, well that was the time displayed on my watch, if indeed I actually do have a watch at all; I awoke on a beach and in the shade of a palm tree. Now I do not live near any beach let alone one which would have anything that resembles a palm tree. As I mentioned I awoke in the shade of a palm tree, just as well for wherever it is that I am or was, the heat was almost unbearable.

My right hand however had not been in this shade and the blistering heat had sun burnt a dark red colour onto my hand, a dark red colour which is still on my hand now. Did I dream of waking up on a beach under a palm tree? My hand suggests otherwise, it suggests that I was at some sort of tropical location only hours ago.

I tried to figure out how I came to wake up under a palm tree but couldn't make any sense of it at all. I clearly was nowhere near my hometown or even my own bed for that matter. I was wearing an unbuttoned red wine coloured shirt, grey shorts, and sandals. I remember once having a shirt similar to the one I had on but that would have been maybe seven or eight years ago.

Had I somehow travelled back in time? Seven or eight years ago I would have not been anywhere near any sort of tropical location and not only that but there was nothing familiar anywhere near me. Perhaps this is projection of some sort, think of something and it is right there when it should not be anywhere.

Anyhow, wandering around I was to come across a stand where ice cold drinks were on sale; this was my chance to try make some sense out of what was happening. I told the vender that I had a bit of a rough night the night before and that I was now a bit disorientated and asked him if he could tell me where exactly where I was but before he could answer I awoke again and this time I was in a cabin on board a luxury boat.

This is definitely getting to be a little too much. Maybe waking up under a palm tree was a dream, it couldn't have been, my right hand is sunburned, it still is sunburned, if I had been dreaming then this would not be so. Anyway at least I awoke this time in a bed, a rather large one at that too.

A beautiful long blonde-haired lady in a white bikini walked into the room saying 'afternoon sleepy head' while picking up a hairbrush before going back out on deck. Clearly, I had to be dreaming now. I slapped myself in the face and did so, hard enough to knock myself out of the bed and onto the floor and I cut a finger on my already sunburned hand in the process too ... nice.

The time on my watch was now eight forty-five so even though I had somehow moved from one place to place, time seemed to be moving forward at a regular pace. I got dressed and went to try make some sense of what is happening. The woman asked me how my hand was, I didn't know how to respond as something very strange was obviously happening and she seemed to know what was going on, so I just replied by saying that I'd live.

'You're still disorientated right?' she asked.

'Eh, yeah' is all I could manage to reply.

'Well don't worry, it will all become clear soon enough', and with that, another boat rammed into the one we were on.

'You've got to wake up now' the woman told me.

'What?'

'Wake up.'

The boat was rammed again, knocking me over but before I could land, I awoke in somewhat of a panic in my own bed and the time on my watch at this point was seven minutes away from nine o clock.

I am at home, back where I belong. Nothing else strange or weird has happened yet, well maybe it's about to, as I write this, I can see out my living room window there is a man and a woman outside and standing by the bottom of the garden. It's the man who was selling the cold drinks on the tropical island and the woman from the boat, they are approaching the front door so maybe I might be about to get some answers, either that or I am about to wake up somewhere else.

By the way as I have already said my right hand is still sunburned and as well as that there is a cut on one finger ... this all must be a simulation. I am gonna go get me some answers. What answers are those? Perhaps you already know? Is it time to go down yet another rabbit hole?