When you go to another country/city, continent, your reality perception gets distorted, things lost its meaning and everything that used to be complete diferent tends to fusion in one plastiline like ball of  all colours.

The things lost its matter and the dream/nightmares become true, that because they take you to strange places like the one you are living right now, when you notice this is already too late: your attach to reality is not real, for the contrary is a fantasy that you had live for too much time and now its became daily. At this point everything seems possible, there’s no fiction nor reality, the only true is what you can imagine.