YOU HAVE ENTERED THE WHITE ROOM

do you know where your reality is?
My present reality is not a pretty sight.  It is a thing of agony and delirium. - Batman
Reality has packed its bags and left you behind.  But reality is only a perception anyway.  Every individual has their own perceived nature of what is real, so reality is only subjective to the viewpoint of your perception.
Is it weird in here, or is it just me?
Steven Wright
"I feel vacillations," Connie Pearson, who came from New Orleans, told the San Francisco Chronicle. "Low vibrations. I feel reality, which is a function of agreement. It's very exciting to be here."
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
As I walked in such a bad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning.
And I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgovern.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Cream - "White Room"