I had the weirdest dream last night.

In it, I was myself, of course, but I wasn’t actually myself. Do you know what I mean? I was someone different and yet myself at the same time. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. What happened was that I was doing the normal dream thing, but then suddenly I noticed that the situation was changing every minute or so, but common themes or symbols kept going from situation to situation. It was at that moment that I realized that they were a series of dreams; not my dreams, but the dreams of the character I was in my dream. After a while I actually woke up from my dreams within a dream to the actual dream.

Now if that doesn’t throw you for a loop, I don’t know what will. I tell you it is a crazy realization when you first discover, not only that you are dreaming, but that you are dreaming IN a dream. It’s like the universe is suddenly placed between two mirrors and infinate possibilities are revealed to you. It’s the ultimate mind-fuck.

Which makes me wonder: How do we know that what is real is real and what is not is dream? Couldn’t the dreams be the real reality, and this world be the dreams that help make sense of the “real” world? If I dream I am a butterfly, am I I, dreaming of the butterfly, or is the butterfly dreaming of me? Too much thought for one day.