Is this world real? Are we all just trapped inside a dream. Are all you faggots just a spectre of my imagination? Is that the reason why you are so repetitive? Because it's what i've commanded you to be? You're all made up by me. No one beside me is real. Your family, your friends, your girlfriend and even you dog is something i have thought up. I'm the reason you're miserably, because that's what i've instructed you to be. I was behind 9/11, pearl harbour and the ww2. I'm the reason for your joy and your suffering. I started this nightmare and i'm the one that's gonna end it. At some point i will wake up and you will all cease to exist. It would be like you never existed in the first place. I would only remember you for a bit and then i will live my own real life. And you would all be nothing but a dream out of many.