For the first time I could not tell dream from reality, but I was aware both were equally possible. Then I took the elevator to a floor that I had entirely created with my mind, and I created a vase of flowers. And I thought then surely this is a dream, but then I thought maybe it is reality. But no, because I remembered I was not an architect or a vase-maker or a flower-grower. Then I created another. And I thought again, surely this is a dream, because I’m not God. Though now thinner is the veil.