There were flashes of light all around me. I seemed to be walking through a maze. Distorted surfaces seemed to reflect aspects of my physicality, though they were very abnormally reflected. For instance, a curved puddle reflected an enlarged portion of the iris of my eye. Another reflected my shadow, and then underneath the reflection of my shadow there was another sheet that stared me in the eyes from a perfectly level reflection of my own eyes. I could not recognize anything. My whole environment was foreign; I was a stranger to myself, and I had no idea what physical form I had taken. I heard voices and melodies without a single source. I was not sure if I was in my own mind or if I still had a separate mentality, somewhere.
There was a dream I had at a young age.
In the dream, I was walking through a maze and my entire world was painted over with an indistinguishable hue, a mirage with faded splatters of colored lights.
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