A late night tale

I have this dream where I am locked inside a room, the room is my mind. Locked with me are a thousand (figurative) people all ready to fight each other, to kill each other, with me standing in the center. The only thing keeping them from fighting each other is my memory, the memories I have with all these people that are glued together, individually with me. But the tethers wear thin, because I am losing these memories. I am not forgetting them, or forgetting the people, but I am losing it all. I know I am because I can feel it. Every single day it gets worse, I feel less and less like I belong here. My ties to this place dwindle because I should be some where else... I need to be some where else.

I know in the end that this is all I'll ever have, a Gospel of memories that are fading from me. One day soon, the room inside my mind will collapse. Chaos.

This is the way the world ends. This is the way my world will end.

Not with a whimper, but with a bang!

I wake up in my room.

I realise that I am insane again.