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[ You know those dreams where strange things happen yet they make perfect sense at the time? You're having tea with a walrus while discussing the immigration politics of Belarus and it makes absolute sense. Nothing weird at all.
This is the exact opposite of that.
Today, Spencer Reid woke up in a world where nothing makes sense. Perfectly ordinary events become disjointed, he can feel the time skip ahead with no rhyme or reason and although his surroundings look the same, something is definitely... off. Crowds gather around a dismembered hand, only to scatter moments later. A man drags a piano along with a rotting donkey on top, as if it was the most ordinary thing. Ants crawl out of a hole in his hand.
It feels like he's dreaming yet he knows he's awake. This can only mean one thing. He needs to go to the hospital right away. ]