Do Your Ideals Still Last Forever?

Thick and easy to breathe. Life goes on, but time stops. Something cool and smooth rubbed against the body. It no longer held the body, and the body was peeled away from it. I sat up from a piece of gel, and the stable "gel" collapsed and flowed all over the bed. After a while, it seemed to have evaporated, and it all disappeared. This is my home and I understand everything except that strange dream-like thing just now. As far as I know, it is time to go out to pick up the express delivery. So I put on a coat and opened the door. It sure feels like this. Until I left the house, everything was normal. There was no community outside the door, and there was no fucking place to pick up the express delivery. What the hell is this place?