At one point I ended up passing out. Because apparently that’s what your body tends to do when you’re stuck in a smoke-filled airplane cabin. You know how I was talking about near-death experiences, Christians claiming to go to heaven, all that jazz?
None of that happened to me.
But something did.
something I’d like to say I had a dream because that puts it into a neat little easy-to-define category that everyone can relate to. I mean, who hasn’t ever had a dream while they’re asleep?
Except I really couldn’t call it that. Not while maintaining any sense of literary integrity. Imagine a dream that’s even more real than the physical world. Where the moment you’re in it everything flips around and you realize that the world you’ve always called real is actually the dream and you’ve never
