Just experienced a time loop that spanned a few days. Is this the point in the dream where I become lucid?

Say hello to the text that holds the secret to not killing yourself once you realize that everything you experience is a lie. I’ve had this book for over a year and a half now, and i dont remember what inspired me to buy it, but I started reading it last night. Everything that Rama is thinking/feeling/experiencing is what I’ve been going through the last few weeks. a little spooky if you ask me.

Say hello to the text that holds the secret to not killing yourself once you realize that everything you experience is a lie. I’ve had this book for over a year and a half now, and i dont remember what inspired me to buy it, but I started reading it last night. Everything that Rama is thinking/feeling/experiencing is what I’ve been going through the last few weeks. a little spooky if you ask me.

The Games You Play (feat. Voice)

"Sit, hear the clock tick
Watch the leaves on the plant flick
From the fan above, the room and I lit
Head trip, deliberate
Cease fighting the feeling and submit, flow with it
Like the path pre exists in hidden codes Masonic
They peep us like a web cam from the pyramid’s attic
Passed from hand to hand, let’s say coincidence
Or better yet, sixth sense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense

Brush it off and commence
Blame it on myself tripping
‘Til the shit hits the fan
‘Cause I steered from the plan
About face, and Billy Jean step into place
Throw my coat on the hook
Recap the time that I wasted
I know that spitting’s a bad habit
But I can’t help the taste
Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case
Procrastinator
‘Til I think to remove the sheet from your face
Reveal the naysayer

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway”

"No you’ll never see me, I’ll be all alone
Smoked out, bout’ to die, sitting on my throne
Then retreat into the night I never had my phone
Tryin’ to link up, bitch I’m already gone
So cold when I’m sliding through
All these thoughts I get high to
No I won’t even mind you
See I’m alone up in my mind too”

The contusions and confusion brought on by illusion have but a simple solution: reunion.