The Origami Dining Room

[Finite Statist Machine]

I had a dream when I took a nap this afternoon. I entered a dining room, kind of a 1930s craftsman home era bungalo type dining room with a great round oak table and a fireplace and oak paneling. It was set with food and plates for dinner and was quite like a still life painting in some ways. In my head were worries of day to day life, family dramas, war in other lands and economic worries. Suddenly the room desaturated from color and went all white, and everything looked like it was made of white origami. Very intricate origami that was very close to resembling real fruit, plates, food - it was all paper. All the worries were gone and just a peaceful silence within me. A voice said "this is all illusion", and it was clear that everything in the room was fake - except myself and my thoughts.