You are dreaming. 

You become lucid and are now aware you are dreaming. 

You marvel in the reality around you, all fabricated by the DMT your pineal gland is pumping. Then you realize gravity can be sent anywhere in spacetime via this matrix. 

You influence the entire story.

Popping pills to obliviate.

I sink into oblivion, as a presence sinks onto the bed.

None the wiser and without a care,

the stranger strokes my hair.

Wraps me in a loving embrace; 

while he begins to sing, so sweetly in my ear. 

Eyes flicker failing to see.