Last Wednesday, a yellow Prowler passed me on the left when I was driving to work. He was going far too fast for the rainy conditions. My Palm was playing “My Little Beautiful” by mu-Ziq. The techno music was blaring and for a split second I felt like I was in Project Gotham Racing. That yellow Prowler just passed me and I was yet another car behind the lot. I noticed the water hitting the windshield and marveled at the programming detail.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn’t in a video game. I wasn’t racing. It didn’t matter if the Prowler passed me. And, if I had crashed it would have been the big “Game Over, Man.” After that moment, I consciously concentrated on the road, watching every other car around me as if they were weapons of mass destruction.

I’m going to blame it on the kidney infection. I was still really sick that day and I ended up going home not long after getting to work. Still, I feel the line between fantasy and reality blurring all the time. This isn’t the first time this has happened to me. I’m sure it won’t be the last. If Morpheus came to me and told me that this world is not real, I wouldn’t be surprised at all. Of course, I’d take the blue pill. I kind of like this crazy mixed-up world, even if it is melding with my fantasy world.