I have no mouth, and I must scream

Early Monday morning, when I should have been asleep, I was awake, as expected of math students. But then something happened: I entered a strange state of mind, similar to lucid dreaming, where I was able to control what happened within it. Somehow, either during this dream or when I was awake, I read an article from the wiki TV Tropes, entitled identically to this one.

In my weary state, my mind reeled. The concept of being stuck within your mind, with no sensory input, nothing but your own thoughts to live with for all eternity seems to be as prime a recipe for madness as any. What would one do with themselves? They would be left to only their past experience and their remaining thoughts. Given infinite time, though, one would likely slip in and out of sanity.

But out of madness comes logic and reason, or perhaps the other way around. Would a mathematician find beauty within their own mind and create patterns that they had never seen before? Could they be engulfed in the beauty of the abstract when there is naught else to think of? The emotions of rage and sadness may subside to cold determinism and find beauty in the darkness. In the end of such an ordeal, it will be useless though, and a resultant mind would be so deformed, the person who was would be no more.

In this, this was the predicament I was in. I knew I was in a dream and yet I could not escape. I did not find any profound truth, but I did awake in a daze, unsure as to what had transpired. Life went on.

monkeyspoon5
My dreams are getting a little too real