My Coma

So I was sitting here staring at my computer screen pretending to work when my brain kicked into full blast.

I started wondering if this is all just a wild and crazy dream I'm living. Like maybe I am in a coma somewhere and this is what my brain conjured up. Or maybe that's what life is...all of us laying in a bed someplace creating our own universes where we all coexist but not really.

It all came about me thinking of how fast life is going. I mean I swear it doesn't seem like I had a kid and it sure as hell doesn't feel like I grew up.

So if we are all in comas or deep, undisturbed sleep, why do we create the realities in which we decide to live in?

Just a thought.