Inside the Fourth Dimension

On Friday, our fates will collide. There will be no turning back. Our
dreams, they will converge onto a single point. I will invade your
consciousness in real time. I hope you don't regret it. But this is
the grandest gesture I am capable of. Anxious is only a euphemism for
scared to death because so much is resting on the axis of this
meeting. Years of time and thoughts enough to occupy at least a
million cubic feet of this universe. Whatever we might find, it will
be real.