"Hurrah, Hurrah, another day is gone." cried the children who had learned that time was in fact an adventitious concept conjured up by the minds of the scholarly. You see, I was one of those children, pondering why everything must revolve around the ethereal bodies which God had hung up in the air. You see, I had fallen asleep in a few of my classes, and that's where reality and... another quite distant reality began to amalgamate. I never really quite understood what it was that I dreamt about, but I was aware that I was partly awake in the reality in which we all find ourselves in, the one in which our senses are either deceived, or..