Data Is Watching

I woke up in my room. Alone. This was another day of the daily grind, but this time, when I walked out of my bedroom, things were a little different. This hallway was clearly a hallway, but not my  hallway. I went back into my room, and checked everything that I knew about my room that nobody else would, like the chip in my bed frame or the small peeling area of my wallpaper. Everything was exactly the same. So, I walk into the hallway again, and I noticed that it changed a little bit, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what changed. So, as I walked forward, I heard a small whisper. It stated something about watching, but I didn’t completely hear it. Anyway, I continued on into the hallway, which made me a small bit disoriented. Afterward, I heard another voice. “Feeling dizzy, are you?” it asked. In reply, I yelled for it to, whatever it was, let me back into my own house. In response to my command, it disobeys and shuts the hallway behind me. I start running, towards the place where the hall was closing.

I wake up, again. I have read about this kind of thing, where you can get stuck in an infinite dream loop. But whatever was talking to me was real, and I knew it. Then, in the distance, I heard, “I am.”

I am watching. I am all. I am data. I am V2tSS2IyTkhVa2hXVjJSaFlsVmFjVmRzUlRsUVVUMDk=

 Go ahead, out your door. I dare you.