Doors. We have them in our heads if you just know how to find them. They can take you anywhere on the planet, any time. The door, it finds you. Is this the gateway process? Eyes closed in a darkened room push every thought away. One day you might see them. Another day maybe not. Faces, places, people, objects. Detailed, some faces you might pass in the street, others heinous things with snarled mouths and evil eyes you got to push away as fast as you can. Scenes playing out like a silent flicker film. An old giant shoe full of white bricks. Distant figures walking up and down stairways to nowhere. Floating in space past planets looking down at a faraway earth. Always twilight hour. No sun. No moon. Dusk o’clock. Clear as day they appear. Not talking. Just there, doing. Seeing them are they real? Are these strange people seeing me in this strange place between wakefulness and sleep? Who knows? Who cares? Any time away from this miserable sim is time well spent.