There's no such thing as one correct reality. Reality differs between each individual. They're all different, but they're all real. So in a way, there is an infinite amount of realities. If I believe in flying saucers or a monster in my closet, then to me... thats my reality. Dont tell me no different.

*in the end, as we fade into the night... Who will tell the story of your life? And who will remember your last good bye? Cuz Its the end, and i'm not afraid, im not afraid to die!*

*No, don't leave me to die here! Help me survive here, alone... Remember!
Put me to sleep, evil angel!
Open your wings, evil angel!
Fly over me, evil angel!
Why can't I breathe, evil angel?*