"What do you define as reality?" asked the ominous man dressed in a black coat which concealed his shoes.

"Something that is tangible." I replied, but I could tell there was a look of amusement behind those sunglasses that disguised his face.

"Then I expect you believe everything in this room is real?" He asked to make sure.

"Why of course." I assured him, but my now, I was having serious doubts about whether this was a dream.

"Then where has the roof gone?" He asked.

I instinctively looked up and saw that the roof was replaced by the afternoon sun shinning down upon us.

"It must have been a retractable roof." I replied in defense of my earlier statement.

"Look at these walls, place your hand on them and do ask you like then tell me if they are real" I demanded of me.

I did as I was told and sure enough they smelled like paper from the wallpaper and it was hard just like concrete. I gave the man a confident look. Then he asked me to try again.

I took my index finger and I tapped the wall. The wall shattered as if my finger were a bullet that broke through the glass and I jumped back in surprise. When all the broken bits and pieces fell to the ground, they dissolved into a clear liquid and then the liquid started to slide towards each other until it connected into one giant pool of liquid. The liquid started to erect itself into a pole that stood up vertically to be as tall as I was. The man then walked towards that pole and then he walked up the pole so that he was standing sideways.

"How did you do that?" I asked startle.

"Allow me to ask you how did you do that?" He asked.

I looked to my left and there I saw the ground, I looked to my right and I saw the sun. I knew now that it was I that was standing sideways and not him. Instantly I started to fall towards the earth the weightless sensation was nice for a split second, but after that it was terrifying and I closed my eyes waiting for impact.

The alarm clock went off and I knew it was only a dream, but that beeping was ever so annoying. Before I opened my eyes, I wished that the clock could simply shatter like the walls did in my dream and turn into my breakfast. Suddenly the noise stopped and I looked to my right with a jerk and I saw that the clock did in fact shatter and form into my breakfast, but behind the cup of milk, I could see the sun. I was then again, sideways, yet this time I chose to believe that I wouldn't fall.