It was four am in the morning. My room was filled with a sharp chill. 'The air conditioner must have been blaring the entire night.' I thought. I turned around the bed to check the time, as I reached for the bedside lantern my hand passed through it. I tried to clasp my phone near the oak-wood table but again my hand passed right through it. I was bolt awake in horror. I fumbled down the bed and reached for the door but couldn't grasp it. Everything around me had turned into mist. I brought my hand closer to my cheeks. 'Whoosh!' it passed right through it. 'How is it possible?' I looked around the room. I could see myself sleeping peacefully as I was walking around the room. The quintessential question arose that had remained unanswered for a long time. Who am I? The one without form or the one with shape sleeping peacefully on the bed? Who am I at the authentic core? And How would I know? Where should I go? What should I do? I sat there on the floor n...