concluded watching Inception last night without falling asleep and now I truly understand….
…I’m at least 3 levels deep, close to limbo and afraid.
In the level above I am still asleep in the IMAX with Graham and his carrier bag. A level further James McEvoy (more than likely a forger) incepted the idea into my mind that this movie existed, that I must bare witness of.
I see now that it’s all been a plan to free me of dreamstate and a return to reality, that much is clear.
I live in a bungalow, so a jump to return is not an option. There was a gravity shift in Morrisons yesterday when Rebecca lost her balance, so I can only hope and presume it is the start of a kick.
The reason behind the sedation is not yet clear, but I can draw some comfort from the likelyhood that Grahams carrierbag still remains intact, and the fact that in all probability I am infact still drunk.
