If what we dreamed was to be our reality, would any of us actually ever meet?
Also, if we invent things to make our reality better, how is it really reality if we made it that way?
Another thing I think about often is; I have very, very, odd dreams. Like so many other people, they confuse me. Unlike many others, they play out as a complete, vivid and colorful, story that makes me weep, fear, or laugh as I'm sleeping even though I'm not in it. Why does it affect me that way and why do I even have such dreams in the first place?
Also, if we invent things to make our reality better, how is it really reality if we made it that way?
Another thing I think about often is; I have very, very, odd dreams. Like so many other people, they confuse me. Unlike many others, they play out as a complete, vivid and colorful, story that makes me weep, fear, or laugh as I'm sleeping even though I'm not in it. Why does it affect me that way and why do I even have such dreams in the first place?