Do you need senses to feel something real?

I’m going to a party, it’s in a city… a strange city I’m not familiar with.  While walking around I see some familiar faces waiting by an old wooden door attached to a large brick wall.  They knock a few times and are let in.  I follow of course. 

Inside is a small corridor leading to a set of windy stairs to the left.  Straight ahead is a dining hall where it looks like someone is having a wedding recession.  Well I take the stairs to the basement.

Down there I see more familiar faces and am instantly hit with a force that makes my body feel altered.  There is music playing, but it isn’t something I heard before, it was completely original and seemed to emit from the walls.

Of course, for those who know me, music + me = dance.  So I danced, danced to my heart’s content until someone said the cops were coming.  How cliché, how overdone, I ran outside to see the commotion. 

It was practically nothing and the owners of the place smooth talked or bribed the officer into leaving.  I walked back into the side entrance and found myself in a different hallway.  It was weird so I went back outside and I was absolutely positive this was the way I exited.  The hallways had a bathroom with men shaving on one end.  The other end looked to be a science convention, with a few old high school friends playing ping pong in lab coats.  I exchanged some glances around the maze of creation and found no other way out. 

I ventured outside again and contemplated using the front door.  But as I approached the front steps, something ominous came over me.  I decided the bad vibes were not something I wanted to deal with and again checked the side entrance.

Much to my surprise, the room changed completely.  No more hallways, I was in a guitar exhibit from a museum.  I scanned the guitars hung on the walls each with their own unique coloring.  Two kids suddenly rushed in.  One of them had a guitar cradled in his arms like a wounded solider.  They approached a man with glasses, and he started to exam the guitar as if he was a doctor.  The two kids looked scared, and overwhelmed at the situation.

Well, I as overwhelmed as they were.  As I walked around I got a weirder sense of this world, the familiarity of my surroundings were combated with many strange oddities. 

Makes you think sometimes --what DOES this all mean?