I had a strange dream today. Whilst I was sleeping, I had the strangest dream; that I was dreaming. It was one of those dreams wherein I had somehow managed to get lost in my own psyche. I was dreaming that I had awoken, only to find that I was dreaming. Then I was taken to another scene that had seemed fairly normal, until I had found that it was wrong. I ‘awoke’ again, to another scene, and so on. After quite a few of the flashbacks and random encounters, I’d finally declared that I was, and forced myself to wakefulness, since I had to awaken anyway.
This incident had me thinking: What is wakefulness? Had I been in a coma and experiencing this, would I have known that I was dead to the world? Or would I have never realized myself, and never found my core, forever to wander the land of dreams until the shell rotted and the ghost was set free? Would it be nirvana, if one could wake from the dream of this life, and finally escape…to where? Don’t bother to answer. Just question.
(Note to Fenrir: You’re weird.)
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