what is reality - a monologue
It's 3.30am. You're just on your way out of the bar to get the last bus. It's cold, to be precise, a typical fall morning. Almost everything is quiet. A few yards down the road, you see two boys stumbling down the street. You make it difficult for yourself to bridge the waiting time for the bus while standing. The alcohol still has you under some control. Slightly blurred you see a few cars driving by and you still perceive your surroundings very dimly. You take out your headphones, check your mobile phone and turn on music. Your stimuli go crazy, you perceive the beat in your ears more intense, louder but still a little unclear. After a while you are dazzled by a rather harsh light and you notice the bus that just stopped. You swing past the driver into the back of the bus and finally sit down on one of the many free seats. You look out of the window and notice drops on the windscreen. It has started to rain. The last clubs of the city pass you by, you lean back and think again about the evening, the fun you had, the great atmosphere and the music you perceived last night. Then you hear a shrill call from the front. In your intoxication you have missed your stop and are forced to get off at the last stop. In the late afternoon you wake up in your bed, you're awake and have only vague memories of last night.
All the emotions, stimuli, feelings and experiences you had last night are still etched in your memory.
What if they are just an illusion of your inner self?
What if nothing happened the way you remembered it?
What if you perceive everything differently than it is in reality?
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