Mental Limitations chapters 1,2 &3

It could have been a Friday. Or, no, wait it could have been a Sunday. Or maybe not. It could have even been a Frunday. But that doesn't matter, for it was the day when I opened my eyes, awaiting the new, fresh, morning only to find I wasn't awake at all, just sort of floating round the consiousness of my own mind. Which, really, is not a place you're supposed to be. It took a while, but my mind eventually came to rest at the crossroads for a decision I had to make for this morning. On one hand, I could wake up and carry on with my dull, grey, routine I call an 'average day'. On the other, I could stride into the unknown, wander through the vast expanse, trudge across the wastelands of my imagination. The first choice, you know exactly what will happen. You have the routines grinded into the side of your skull, a list of instructions to follow mindlessly throughout the day. The second choice, who knows what will happen? The imagination is a limitless thing, it can stretch further than the eye can see and be as small as a speck of dust, all at the same time. It could even be, that both paths loop around and lead back into each other, meaning there was only really the illusion of choice, to keep the mind wandering. I took the latter choice, and started making my way along the path that had begun to synthesise beneath my feet.

I had barely got a few meters down the path (a curious thing it was, a great winding road that seemed to go through the middle of an infinate white expanse. There didn't seem th be anything to the side or above and below it, so I had to take care not to fall off) whenI noticed not too far in the distance some strande objects glinting in what I presumed to be sunlight.
Mirrors.
Eager to see what surprises my mind had to show, I quickened my pace and took off running towards them.
Strange things they were, with large, ornate silver frames that seemed to melt around the mirror itself. I tried to get a closer look, just a bit further and -OOF!
I opened my eyes to a vast white expanse. Clearly there was nothing beyond this road, just along it. I had better be more careful.
I looked back at the large hole that had appeared by my feet. And thats just what it did. No big, flashy entrance, it hadn't grown steadily larger, it just appeared. Out of nowhere.
After a few more seconds of wondering where this hole could have come from, I decided lying with my head dangling off the edge of the road wasn't the best way to look at things, and got back up. Turning back to the mirrors, I realised there was a metal plaque with something engraved on it. I couldn't read it and didn't really want to try, so I passed it by and took a closer lookat the mirrors.
I walked over to the first mirror, being careful not to trip over invisible holes. The large one I tripped up on a moment ago had silently disappeared, and it was making me think that this was all in my head. But then again, I was walking through my consiousness so I suppose it all would be.
Bracing myself for what I might see in the mirror, I gingerly opened one eye. It was me. Just me. Just an ordinary mirror. Nothing strange about it at all. I looked closer at my face. People always told me I looked just like my father. He was such a kind man, always...so kind... to everyone...
Tears overflowed down my cheeks and I sunk to my knes. Why? Why is it that the worst things happen to the nicest people?
The mirror glinted out of my eye, and found I could read what it said.
Sadness.
Strange. These mirrors must change how I'm feeling. I looked along some of the others. Happiness, anger, exitement, pain. I stopped in front of a particularly dusty mirror. Madness. I hurried past and moved onto the next.
After spending a moderate ammount of time laughing myself silly at the one labled 'Extreme laughter, use only in dire situations' I focused my attention back on the road. Nothing. It would have been a shame for me to spend my time there staring at dusty old mirrors, so I carried on down the road.

After what seemed like an age, there was still nothing but bleak, white nothingness in front of me. What if there was nothing else? What if this road keeps going forever? what if...
I turned around only to come face to face with a crazy haired woman with strange glasses that had several lenses of varying colour.
"Who are you? How long have you been following me?"
I backed away from her and she made a move like she was trying to stop me, but she wasn't hostile.
"Who...are you?"
I followed a thin, fragile finger down to a circular object rolling around on the floor. It was glowing from within with some kind of restess energy. Cautiously, I picked it up and placed it into her hand. She almost immediately jerked back into life.
"Oh, wow, thanks for that, I was almost thinking I might not get back...well, back to normal!"
"What do you mean? What are you doing in my head?"
"Oh, don't you know? The marbles. Without which, your brain wouldn't function properely. Tsk, do they not teach you anything?"
I was almost laughing now.
"So, you mean to say, you've been losing your marbles?"
"They're not mine, you silly fool, they're yours!"
"What!"
"Well, this is your mind isn't it?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Look, do you even know how to use your imagination properely?"
My head drooped. There was no way of getting round this impossible woman, I had no idea what she was saying or what she wants from me.
"Come here, Do you see that book over there?"
I followed where she was pointing to, and sure enough, there was a book hovering several feet from the ledge of the road.
"Go and get the book"
I walked to the edge and reached out. Not far enough.
"NO! Stop, stop. You aren't using your imagination. How are you expecting to get anywhere? Think of something you could use to get across. Concentrate, imagine it forming in front of you"
I turned back to the book and concentrated on the space in front of me. I could hear her mumbling behind me.
"Honestly, no wonder this place is so blank. Hey, I know you're listening. Get to it!"
I focused back to the gap.
"This isn't going to work, I exclaimed, or I was going to when she came up behind me and pushed. For the second time today, I landed flat on my face.
"Nice bridge, that"
I looked around at the stone structure that had conjured itself out of thin air.
"See, you can do it. Now, get that book and we can get going"
"Get going? Where to?"
"I don't know yet. You haven't imagined it, I bet. You've barely used any imagination on this place at all. I mean, we could at least use some scenery."
And she was right. It was a bit bland. I closed my eyes and concentrated.
"Ah, yes that's much better, nice and calming"
I opened my eyes to the sights and sounds of a forest, only one with a great big road running through it. Then I remembered the book.
"No, no, don't open it yet!"
"Why?"
"Well, you're still alive, aren't you? It's not finished, it's still being written"
"What, so its about my life?"
"Yes, everyone's got one, don't you know?"
"No!"
"Hmph, fair enough. Well theres no time for dawdling, you'd better go"
"Where to?"
"How am I supposed to know. You're mind is inventing everything I'm saying. I didn't exist till 5 minutes ago. But just look, you've got far to go. You can't stand dawdling"
I turned to see the now tree bordered road.
"Yeah but..."
She'd gone. I suppose she'd served her purpose. I took one last look at my bodged imaginary bridge and carried on along the road.