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what happened?

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His mind was unsettled. The moment seemed like a far off concept in evolution. Things kept spinning, almost out of control, momentarily his mind seemed to grab on to something old, ancient, as though a part of the Neolithic age possessed him. It passed but had settled longer than any other part of his almost stream of consciousness state of mind.
His bindings became a small torture against his skin. The igloo kept out the worst part of the cold. In the distance the howling of dogs took on a symphonic quality. How far were they? Would it be friend or foe? A canopy of fear covered over him. The sounds grew closer. Was there a dream or hallucination building in the architecture of his mind? He wondered inside himself, seeing if possible, whether he could form a cohesive understanding. The sounds of the dog's volume increased. Had they gained the area? Who were they? What did they want. Footsteps of crush echoed.
"Sir have you been in touch with yesterday". Entered his right ear.
"Sir"?
He shook his head feeling a surge of normalcy gaining a foothold.
"What? Who is it?" He replied.
It seemed as though the people on the dog sleds entered the igloo but it wasn't the case at all. It was merely all illusion. Or was it? The focus of his being elsewhere? He soon found himself surrounded by his office, his coworkers, everything familiar to him. Just what had clicked that sent him into a dream? What really was it? Why had he been asked about yesterday? Was a test performed on him? He felt an exhaustion wrap around him body. What followed was a short nap back to the igloo, back to where he might find some answers to all his questions. Perhaps as far back to the beginning of mankind.