Colors of happiness

Everything around him was nothing more than a dream.
The visuals are shaky, as if they are soft dough whose edges meet and intertwine, then separate and connect without order or basis, like grains of wheat in a sieve, and things suddenly become stagnant and then stretched to begin movement. She submits to the system for a while and returns to her disorderly agitation.
He was doing everything he could to find out if he was asleep or awake. He moved his limbs to get up from under this nightmare. He did not feel pain, but he felt that it was unnatural. Although he moved, none of the conditions changed before his eyes.
So he was not asleep...and then he put his palm on his forehead to remember. He felt that something was standing between his palm and his forehead... and he felt it with incomplete awareness until he fell asleep. This time, he was truly asleep because he did not feel anything. After a while, he woke up and found his palm still in its original position above the piece of gauze with which he had tied his head.