[ WP ] `` It seems like everyone is sleepwalking through their awakened state and wakewalking through their dreams . ''

*With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy. * 
 
 *When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake. * 
 
 -- Fight Club 
 
 Voices echo around me as I stumble through the college hallway, searching for my lecture hall. I really need to stop pulling all-nighters like this. But sometimes my mind is so awash with memories, anxieties and theories that it simply refuses to rest. Such is the burden of genius, I suppose. 
 
 301A....301A....why does it seem like this room keeps moving? 
 
 ``... re you okay?'' I hear a loud whisper finally connect to my brain. 
 
 `` Fine, thanks,'' I mumble as I continue on my meandering path. Throngs of students file around me as my feet carry the rest of me to my destination. Some appear concerned, some annoyed, and most ignore me. The facial expressions seem so blurry, but I can feel a sort of energy coming from them that explains how they feel. So much of what we see blocks out what we ca n't, and in doing so, blinds us to the unseeable truths of the universe. 
 
 I shake my head to clear it and approach what must be the door to 301A. I stumble slightly as I enter the classroom, all of the students turning to stare at me as I do. I descend the steps in the lecture hall a bit faster than I had intended, nearly tripping over myself as I reach the bottom step. 
 
 `` Well, class,'' I hear myself say, `` are we ready to begin?''
