The place is beautiful, though. Yellow falling leaves. But the place keeps shifting all the time. I know what I experienced. But when I tried to tell someone else, I always became wrong. "No, that is not what happened. You are mistaken. And here is what is real," they told me.

And there is no time. It is always the same time. Motionless and still, or in a loop.

The people are having their lives, cheering in laughters, or grazing leisurely. All are real, for them. There is a distance between me and them, but not in the sense of meters. I appear and disappear here and there, mingle and detach from this and that group. But they don't think of this phenomenon as strange. Without me, their story (their plot) develops all the same. I am extra and redundant. Clearly, I don't fit; for example, I am this old, but am still going to classes like a student among all the other students. But no one cares about this. Will anyone miss me when I am gone? That's not even at question because no one notices me while I am here.

And then, suddenly, all of them are gone. It is me alone in an empty school. Where did they go? I don't know… I haven't yet finished my study. A lot of homework to do. But I can't get a single problem (in the homework) solved. I have forgotten the timing of the schedule of the curriculum. I am anxious and cannot find out. Because there is no one around that I can communicate with, no one to remind me. And my backpack is full of books and it is heavy, physically. I can barely carry them. And with their weight on my shoulder, I cannot walk fast enough, not as fast as I should. Occasionally, I vaguely have a realization. How many years have I been here? Why am I back to the first Grade, the first year in school all over again?

And in the dream, sometimes I know that I am in a dream. But I cannot wake up because I am in another dimension. Nothing can reach there. When I do quote unquote "wake up", I think I need to go back. I think I left behind something there. In this "real" three-dimensional world, people just want to forget about the dream all together. But sometimes the 3D world is empties than the dream. With all the hustling and bustling, but meaningless. Maybe this is fake wake-up. Maybe I am still sleeping. Maybe the real concious people are outside, looking for me, pounding on the shell known as "universe" but I cannot hear it because it is all muffled out. Or, it is equally likely the people who want to destroy all the other dimensions are pounding and looking for me. They want to monitor me and surveilance me. That explains it, the why — why they don't want me but still kept me here and do not let me go.