Helpdesk

When I was resting earlier, it was as though I had became aware of a third conciousness, as though we have an awake world, a dream world, and and inaccessible third one which is used for "helpdesk".

Now I was awake, but "aware" and suddenly I realised that I'd been speaking to "good old...." for years, and my mind gave me tweetdeck as the closest, but obviously wrong interface for this.

Just as I realised what was happening, and while trying to access the
guys name, who I believed had been talking to me all my life about
what may as well be called "problems with the software"

... my brain was disconnected and I was unable to access any further information.

Wolfie!