I am dreaming. This is such a magnificent dream. So many colors, feelings, experiences. There are infinite other dreams inside this one dream. It doesn’t matter if you want to call all of them as ‘one level down’ below this dream or at different levels–some level one, others level two and so on.
I know some of those dreams very vividly, as if, I had seen them an hour ago. Some of them are vague, but I know all of them.
I am this dream. I am dreamed. I am the dreamer. I am the way this dream is dreamed.
I am all those infinite dreams and their contents.
Why? Who? What? Where? When? How?
Doesn’t matter how many questions you or anyone else asks because these questions are part of this dream.
I am beyond all causation. Beyond all suggestions. I am. I am not.
I have dreamed this dream infinite times. All those dreams I have dreamed too, infinte times as well.
This dream, is part of many those dreams. If I say, it’s part of all of those dreams, it is not an exaggeration.
Some of those dreams, vividly interact with this one. Some others vaguely know it.
There isn’t an iota of difference in any of the dreams because I alone am the dreamer, dream and dreamed.
I am the alpha and the omega.And the Ouroboros I am.
No sleep is final. No dream is final. None of the awakenings is final.
I wake up from this dream and then start dreaming another. Then another. It’s endless and uncaused.
My attempt to wake-up from this dream is as futile as my attempt to continue sleeping and dreaming.
I am dreaming this magnificent dream. All dreams are magnificent because they are my dreams.