The Eternal Reoccurrence

I imagine myself awake on a wooden table,
there are 2 packs of cigarettes
and a glass of water next to me,
in the distance children laugh wildly,
my wife looks up at me
and the Joy Division song ends.
I close my eyes tightly
and shut out the sound,
I open them widely and find myself on a park bench,
“Are you gonna hit that? Hello?” My friend Keion asks.
I look at him and nod
the blunt smoke gets in my eyes
and I nearly drop the blunt,
I look down and there’s my graffiti 
on the park bench
“Amor Fati!” It says.
I smile and get back up,
“Are you okay?” My friend Nick asks.
I close my eyes tightly
and shut out all sound,
I open them widely and see an older woman,
“Where am I?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond and continues to spin her huge pot, I get closer and look into the pot,
it’s galaxies, millions of them, I look back and find myself looking at the woman from inside the pot, I waltz with infinity until I become infinity.
The clock rings and I get up instantly,
a dream?
It had to have been.
I rush downstairs and take a piss,
as I’m washing my hands I look up into the mirror, I look deeper as it slowly begins to envelop me, soon I am no longer in my bathroom but instead a world of mirrors. 
When I look in it I see every moment of my life played on a loop an infinite number of times, every second splits into an infinite amount of separate realities, anything which I can even imagine exists there in front of me and it has existed for all of time and will exist eternally.
I cannot speak, I cannot breathe,
I step through the mirrors and see only energy swimming in circles, every word I say has already been said, every bit of love has been felt infinitely, every pain and joy will repeat itself, every moment of shame, every room of depression, every moonlight lit suicide will again and again repeat itself, for all of eternity, for all of eternity.