Reality is a dream. Truth is falsehood. A wizard tried to wake us up. The Matrix has you!!!

No wait. Penis.

Me.

It's an explosion in my head.

Like this : imagine a sound. For example, a cat meow. Meow meow. You doing that? Are you "hearing" that meow in your "mental sound space"?

Now imagine the sound is 500x louder. And it isn't a meow, its an explosion.

It sounds like the blast of compressed air when you disconnect a compressor fitting.

That's what it's like.

It happens in half-sleep.

I've had big blasts that make me go "woah" a couple times a month since forever. I had a really big blast that made me go "holy shit!" just a couple days ago.

We're talking about the realness of reality here.

This gender stuff seems rather petty, comparatively.

Appalling, yes. But give it a couple generations.

Owning pets, land or house? Eating anything but bugs? Absurd! Who do you think you are, royalty?

Every year the people who send you bills get together to decide how big a slice of you each of them gets.

Yes, it always adds up to 100%

Making you feel bad literally affects the way you feel.

Feel cold? Well the solution to that is to just feel warm.

I know a guy who looks like that.

He's good at JavaScript.

It seems easily done. The only snag I see is getting poop on the camera. Ideally you'd drill a hole and mount a lens flush. But drilling curved porcelain is a bitch.

Cat

Sauerkraut milkshake

The entire universe is beige

(Says a man facing a beige wall)

Give it a generation, it'll be perfectly normal.

Oligarchs discovered that you can achieve more with propaganda. And cheaper.

The rebellious youth got utterly subverted, for example.

(Yes yes, rage on about your gender and haircolor. We'll just keep running the world and squeezing the underclass)

500 kinds of mangos. 2000 kinds of apples...

Sounds like the Internet

The plot is discovery and progressive revealment of big weird thing. The climax is flashback-heavy explanation of big weird thing.

I doubt that. I think the pushback starts when you threaten somebody's cash flow. The women thing is a red herring.

Consider the bloody mary.

Tomato. Arguably a fruit. Juiced. With vodka. A grind of pepper. Some other mysterious stuff.

Then a whole breakfast stuffed into the top. Celery. Pickles. Fried chicken. Go wild.

There's a deep beauty there. Beyond the hearty morning buzz.

This is especially disturbing when you consider that, for most of us, most of our knowledge consists of such secondhand, literally-interpreted abstractions. And then this bogus knowledge is firmly validated by our similarly deluded peers.

An organic version of The Matrix.

I think that you are rendering your personal drama in inflated terms. A tempest in your own personal philosophical teapot. It is large and important because it's up in your face. An ant on your nose that you mistake for Godzilla. A trick of perspective.