Rude Awakening

It's as though our lives were not real. Like waiting for love in vain, every breath taken, just a movement of the eye behind a lid. And even then, who's eye is the beholder? You? I? Christ? So many versions of the truth, reality splits into our own personalities, but only one Truth matters. What are we then? But reflections of the Godheads imagination? Just a bad dream that's about to be awakened with a splash of cold water, to a grimacing face asleep...