truth is not necessarily reality

I thought this on the bus, while listening to Ultravox, of all things, staring up. I don't know what it means, but when these things pop into your head, waddayagonnadoo? It's been a tough week - a roller coaster. Still feels a quite precarious. Windmilling my arms, while teetering on the edge of a muddy bank. A breath either way could decide it.

It all started with a dream.