I had an incredibly vivid dream last night. My journey to the local supermarket was unbelievably believable. The touch of plastic wrapped around the toilet paper I took from a shelf was unmistakable, the distorted call from the store PA system was eerily familiar, and the lengthy wait behind a middle-aged woman and her three children was frustratingly real. When I awoke in the morning I had to check the bathroom to see if I’d actually gone out and made the purchase. Unfortunately I was still down to the last few squares of my final roll. ‘What a fucking waste,’ I thought myself. ‘I’m in a state that’s absolutely free from boundaries: I could’ve travelled to an exotic country, picked up an a-list celebrity, or entered a universe that isn’t restricted by our physical laws, and what did I do? Walked to the store and bought a roll of toilet paper.’