The meandering thoughts

I look around. There are people, some known faces and some not so known.  There are things, some familiar and some not so familiar. They call me with a name. I know it is my name but I don't remember who named it and when. I don't know why I need a name. They try to talk to me. I say something. But I don't remember when and where I learnt to talk. I know so many things, not knowing when, where, how and I why learnt them.
I am left baffled and flustered. Where am I?  I just know that I am very young. I know  I am home and I am safe. I strongly know only two people in my life, my mother and father. I went on doings things I liked instinctively. I imitated what everyone else did. I did what my parents told me to do.

I am an adult now and can perceive the goods and the bads for my life. I know how the usual world works. But I always felt that nothing ( more or less ) is in my control. There is "something" which is controlling me. This force is like the wind, whose nature is completely oblivious to me but I just know it exists. Just like I knew other things I learnt "naturally".
I soon forgot these questions and went on with the "usual" life.

And one day, I was travelling in a train. The train was jam-packed and people simply were shoving each other for space. The coach was chaotic! Luckily I'd got space to sit, that too by the window side. I started to read the book. The book was intense and the story held me strongly into its world. After a long while the the train ran into a tunnels. The letters of the books whom I was pretty familiar with, and the letters which I can join and make words, and those words which I can fathom into a story, slowly fades away into darkness, as if slowly becoming blurred and obscure, as if being wiled by some uncontrollable force. And eventually darkness falls and I know nothing. I went blank for a while. I try to stare at the book and it feels that the book never existed. Quickly the train steered out of the tunnel, like a thunderstorm out of the clouds. Suddenly things come back to existence. Things which I lost momentarily were regained. The letters slowly appeared, blurred out but visible and soon became crystal clear. I realized I was reading the book too vigorously. I forced my mind to close the gates of my thoughts and went back into the story. My mind again wandered away into story's dreamworld. A dreamworld where I knew characters and things existed. The dreamworld was so profound that it made me forget my own existence. I kept travelling in the dreamworld for sometime, just like I was traveling in the train. And then a tunnel happened again bringing me back to the known reality. Again, I junketed through the same experience. I paused for a while. Phew. And again more plethora of thoughts crowded and clouded my mind. I just for  a second thought, what is real? Is the imagined dreamworld real? Or this reality which I know of as reality is real? Or nothing is real and this just another dreamworld we are travelling in. And that one day ( may be death) will knock me off this reality and sooner or later I will land in another reality not remembering where I started from and where I am going. Huh. Few things became clear to me that day. That life is a journey, and we are travelling through it unceasingly. Although in the dreamworld life, I was travelling through time, and in the train through space and in  known reality both ways. I felt this  life is weird journey, we don't realize ( our consciousness ) when it starts, will be realize when it ends, I really doubt. But for how long? I don't know. I surely want to! Will that force I talked about reveal itself? Weird are the ways of life! I would apologize if I bored you. But this flood of thoughts I had in my mind had to written to be coped with :-)