Nothing is more amazing. Than me. Being alive. And aware of
it. Sure, this life of mine may be a
dream. Nothing more. Nothing less. But still, in this dream I feel very much
alive. And with it. Let’s say it’s a dream. And that there’s a decent chance
that I’m the dreamer. And it’s only a matter of time before I awaken. Which means I’ll discover my true identity.
Maybe I’m a god. That dreams of other existences. And events. That really don’t
happen. Instead, they are mere dreams. But for a god, that’s tantamount to
reality. The way a god creates. Makes me wonder if a god remembers his
dreams. And does it really matter? –Jim
Broede
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