The newspaper boy woke me up.
Eventually I did not believe the lie.
I believed it first. I almost slept on.
My first memory was I was awake when the newspaper boy came.
I was not mad, therefore I could sleep again.
The lie was the memory.
The memory was but a dream.
A pre set dream to suit the occasion.
Pure problem solving.
If the newspaper boy wakes me up I get mad.
If I get mad I cannot sleep on.
If I think the newspaper boy did not wake me up I do not get mad.
Therefore the mind set in a false memory.
It was a memory of a waking up process.
The memory ends in the coming of the newspaper boy.
Reality was different.
It often is from what we think it is.
Memories are tricks played by the mind.
Are there true, accurate memories?
Some memories are originally dreams.
Some memories are based on real events.
Only on recalling them they become twisted.
They become interpretations.
In the last phase, dreams.
Ask two people describe the same event.
The judges in the court room believe some people are lying and some are telling the truth.
They are all lying.
Then the memory of the judge starts working.
The pieces are reordered, interpreted, confused, twisted.
Therefore there is a person who writes down the words of the witnesses.
There is no such person out of courtroom, though.