You don't notice it happening, it happens slowly. It takes years and even then, you don't know it has happened. Someone later tells you that it had happened, only then can you get well again. Where did you go, or did you maybe not go at all? You were dreaming perhaps, without sleeping, strange! Your reality is questionable, and you cannot figure out if it is in fact legitimate. You drift deeper and deeper, trying to work out the stories your mind is creating. This may be my hypothetical autobiography. Some of this may have happened to me, but perhaps not in true reality. Maybe, it is the story of another reality into which I have crashed and joined. Stand by for the ghostly visitations, the transport crash, a chase sequence, and the helicopter ride with his security escort. Then the discovery that he or I am the world's saviour and is asked to go on a fantastic journey into space to a comet. And back to earth to explain what happened and answer the big question, of life. To confuse matters even further it is not known if he/me is dreaming, alive, perhaps just existing outside the normal sane world. This is conceivably my confused remembrance of that time, an attempt to record in writing my heads baffling imagining. Now includes some Muses, created mostly from the book text.