does it mean anything at all? did it even happen? was I just dreaming? figment of imagination? but then what does that mean, that I just imagined it, that it didn't happen but I wanted it to? or just brushing off, dusting off, anxiety, anxiousness, gut check butterflies, moths, all sorts of winged insects fluttering around inside, no peace, no calm, no clear blue skies and visibility out to the horizon, what does it mean? what, just what? why? just why? a misstep, a purposeful act, a mind game, a cluster, unbeknownst to me, or to my kind, or to people who would know, who have know, who could know, and an interesting position arises, atlantis from the sea floor, a lost and glorious civilization returning to the power and glory that once was, but a freak show, a circus act, a whirling dervish of all that is unhealthy, uncomfortable, unknown, why? why oh why?