we know that a dream can be real, 

but who ever thought that reality could be a dream? 

we exist, of course, but how, in what way? 

as we believe, as flesh-and-blood beings, 

or are we simply parts of someone's feverish, complicated nightmare?

think about it, and then ask yourself, 

do you live here, in this country, in this world, 

or do you live, instead — in the twilight zone?