Piece of paper

I was at two places at the same time. I took a piece of paper and wrote 'reality' on it. Wind gathered around it and the paper blew in the air. Suspended as wind caught speed and and all things started flying towards it. Black hole was created and it sucked in everything within the fabric of my dream state including the black hole itself. I had no realm to be in, but still I was. Later I found myself conscious in this planetary existence. Simultaneously.