How do we know that life itself isn't a dream? Perhaps when we die, the afterlife shall be spent sitting around and telling others all about our dreams, each dream taking place in its own universe. "Wow, in your dream gravity pulled you down and it rained water? Freaky. In my dream the sun was green and there were six days in a week."

Something I thought of as a child...

I love dreams. They're fun to invade and kill people in.

I love dreams. They're fun to invade and kill people in.

They're not real! They're just projections!

~EW~

I love dreams. They're fun to invade and kill people in.

They're not real! They're just projections!

 

~EW~

Quick! Spin your totem and see if we're in a dream.

That doesn't work, but I can't see my kid's faces! This has to be a dream!

~EW~

I always know when I'm dreaming because, on the rare occasions I actually remember dreaming, my dream are always messed up. Not as in nightmares, but as in generally and persistently weird