Once upon a time, I, Simon Ford, dreamt I was Paignton Seafront.
Standing still against the tide, I was to all intents and purposes a seafront.
I was conscious only of following my fancies as Paignton Seafront and was unconscious of my individuality as a man.
Suddenly I awoke. There I lay, myself again.
Now I did not know whether I was a man dreaming I was Paignton Seafront
or whether I was now Paignton Seafront dreaming I was a man.
Between man and a seafront there is necessarily a barrier.