Where Are You?

After waking up from a vivid dream, I stared at the clock. After awhile I began to realize it wasn't moving. I checked all of the clocks in my room, they stood still at 6:13. Why? I wouldn't not know, but I could guess. Could reality be trying to catch up with my dream?

Then I remember, the clock had just stopped at 6:13 in my dream. Coincidence? There's no such thing. That's when I realized I wasn't actually in my room. I was never actually in my room. It was all an illusion.

Did that mean my entire life was a lie? Did that mean I was part of a dream? What could this all mean?
How could this all be possible?

Nothing is impossible.

Based off of Seita Shuuya's 'My Dream'.