I remember the circle. I stepped into it and went to a new place. Then I stepped in another circle with my wife and came here.

  But I didn't.

  I didn't step into that circle. Someone else did. Someone whose memories I now have.

  Which may mean I didn't step into the second circle. Someone else did. And I have his memories too.

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  I am 62 years old. Except I'm about 30 years old, and if my logic is working properly, I was born two days ago.

  And typing this isn't making much more sense than thinking it. But typing it makes it a little more real.

  Am I real?

  I think, therefore I am. But what I'm thinking doesn't make sense.

  I think I need to think about it some more.