Does your reality ever wobble?

I mean that in as many ways as you take it, I think.

For me, it’s moments where I’m walking to my next destination, and outside, I look up. Except it’s not up anymore, it’s just another orientation of my head, and below me isn’t down, it’s just the semi-arbitrary direction I’m being pushed by gravity. The blue’s an atmospheric curtain, and at night, depth is peeking through the distorting pollution just enough to sort of sense it. The enormous universe.

Or, recently, when I wake up in the mornings, lie there, everything feels bizarre, from a very long time ago or very far away. Then it’s like I’m slowly crawling back into my memories and thoughts as they recondense. I’m picking them back up, some heavy, and my life slides its way back into importance, ahead of other things more vague and vast.

It’s momentarily disorienting, not unpleasant and probably just me being silly.

Anyone else? Moments of dizzy reality?

I find them fun to think about…