Can this be real? How can I even know? Perhaps this is just a dream. But no - I remember something that seemed like a grave wound and death coming upon me… and then just falling asleep, only to awaken back here, in what appears to be my bedroom in Connecticut.
As soon as I gathered my thoughts, I rushed to my bookshelf to see if there was any mention of the events that I had supposedly witnessed in my history books. Only a few brief mentions of me - but it appears that maybe my journey was no imaginative trip, but was actually “real.” How could this be? I must do some research now and determine the truth of this. Was all the progress I made real? Did that all happen? Was I really "Sir Boss" in the Arthurian court? If all else fails, I must travel to England and find out. Perhaps somewhere, in some castle or in some library, there are records or messages left to me.