[VOICEOVER]

I don’t even sleep any more.
Just lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling.
Counting the cracks.

Not even sure if they’re in the ceiling or in reality.

Life and death.
Love and hate.
Reality and dreams.
There’s no difference any more.
The lines blurred a long time ago.

I wonder what I’d do if I woke up?
What would the world be like?
Who would I be?
The dream me or the real me?

Guess there’s only one way to find out…

[SFX] sound of a man vomiting what sounds like his entire intestines up for a good 5 minutes or more.

[Friendly voice] Welcome back, mate.