This is that story, about breaking the fourth wall. Illusion or now, I did not realise that It was just a dream. Or so it seems, and in this funny dream I was born, I grew up, I had a nap, got old, was sold into the idea of heaven, not a place on Earth, Not enough days left in the cart, tried to be smart, and then, no singing, The alarm on my phone was ringing.
I wake up, and continued with my life, even got a wife, put some kilo, built a silo, a dog called Milo, got old, strange feeling, and then my phone's alarm was ringing. A dream inside another dream, it seems, and I wake up again.
Since then I was always almost waiting for the alarm to ring, and to bring to me another life, a way to be, as I would wake up, from this strange life that I am dreaming right now.
It is not like the reality It is so much stranger than the fiction. Or is it?
