“What would you say if I told you that everything you know is a lie?” He said through a drifting cloud of feathers.

He should have been knocked the fuck out, but there he stood, the air now filled with exotic bird feathers.

“What?” was all I could think to say. I dropped the bat.

“Well not exactly a lie. Let us say that everything you think of as true is a dream.” He was sitting on my bunk, looking all sagely or something.

“Look, weirdo. I don’t know anything about you, why should I listen to you?”

“You are of my blood. I am your great great great great et cetera grandfather.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Oh, and so now you’re going to ask me if I want to rule the galaxy with you or something?”

“Not quite.”

“And what about these tricks of yours, are you supposed to be some kind of wizard?”

“It’s deeper than you think.” He said. “You’ve seen the Matrix?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“Well this is bigger than that. It’s turtles all the way down, son. Come here,” he said, “I want to show you something.”