This, I always struggle with the next question that comes to my mind though, whose dream is it? Am I dreaming a dream within someone else’s dream or am I just dreaming within a strange construct we call reality that abides by this thing we call time. Who is in charge of time? I feel as though the experience of time is a persistent thing I am experiencing within this dream. Is it just a strange byproduct of this weird place?
Love this quip Einstein made “Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”