What is Reality?

Got done reading The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. The main premise seems to be "What is reality?" And the timing of this couldn't have been better. I, having been in DC for the last 2 months, had started thinking that the whole Texas thing was just a lie that never existed. It's hard not to believe that there was anything other than what was in front of me, eg Justin's mom's house and working at the NSF, 1 1/2 hour commutes and big black women squeezing into the seat next to me on the train. Then Alice came home as I like to say and the distended voice that I only heard coming from my cell phone for 2 months was attached to a beautiful body. And when I first saw her, I couldn't help but think that I was looking at myself. Nine years together I guess will do this to you but it's not like a mental thing only. Like I think she is part of me or whatever. It's like a physical reaction. Like her body is mine and I am outside of it or something. It's hard to explain but let me say it's sort of strange. There is no other point to this message.