Reality bites

Oh sweet angel, what went wrong? How could a day that started out so ordinary, produce at least one hour so extraordinary? I knew I had a problem with being able to judge my actions and reactions but this day just went from reality straight into something from my imagination. No, beyond my imagination, for even I had not dreamed up a senario like that and you know how many hours have been spent in imagination.
Still, it is cause for sober reflection. Or more for nonsober reflection. On one level it is interesting as to how well I can read, even if I get the plot totally wrong. On another level it is even more interesting to wonder as to just how safe are assumptions that I have made? Ah, the problem of trying to catch hold of the mist. Dreaming of things that will never be. For it is very easy to say that you will bear the cost when you know that you will not be asked if you will pay the price.