Time is Just a Perception
I'm running along a big canal, lined with green metal partitions. Someone is chasing me, running along forward, I expect to be widening the distance between me and my agressor. Instead, I run into him. A dark Indian man, dressed like a hard labourer. He grabs my hands, and I scream. What the hell's happening? How did I get here? I pull my wrists downward with force and manage to free myself through the weakest link of his grip, between the thumbs and fore fingers. I run back to where I was from but he seemed to get ahead of me again. I just can't seem to outrun him. I'm crying for help. Kamal's supposed to be here at 11am. It's now 12pm.
Wait a minute. I'm supposed to meet him here tomorrow. How did I get to tomorrow now?