I've come to the conclusion that I don't actually exist on this plane of reality, although I can frequently drift through the dimensional barriers in order to catalyse events in this causal stream.
My first clue about the nature of my existence came a few days ago while riding the bus; a person took a seat next to me, and then placed their backpack on my lap. I said "Excuse me?" which seemed to startle them, they looked pretty embarrassed, appologized and told me they didn't see me, and went to a different seat.
The next day I was at a coffee shop, I ordered, then went to a table to read and wait. About 10 minutes passed before I realized m