I think this is all just people wanting more meaning in life. They don't want to accept that this is all meaningless or that things die or that
there's no god or on and on. It's too painful to admit the truth so they make up something and they choose to believe it. So believing in time
travelers and whatever makes you happy. I'm ok with that so long as no one starts killing one another.
Want meaning? Create it!
Btw, I had a strange dream last night. It was full of the usual nonsense (things didn't look right, things don't proceed right, on and on, dreams are
crazy). Basically, I was in a bus with random people as my usual perpetually young self. I'm skipping the details. The bus crashes over the road and
dives towards some buildings on the water. Then everything vanishes. In the next moment, I'm in the bus and we're on the highway and I can remember
crashing over the road. So I'm on the bus telling myself that it's just a dream, not real! A few moments later they tell me to get off the bus. I tell
them that I'm afraid too because I think it's a dream. If I go off the bus then the dream will end and I will crash in to the buildings and die! For
all I knew, this dream was just a fake reality that my mind had created in the final moments of death. Maybe my body was resting on the bottom of the
river in its last gasping moments of life. But what if I was wrong? I gathered some courage and stepped off the bus anyway. Nothing happens...
The rest of the dream and pretty much every detail was random and nonsensical. The only thing about the dream that means anything to me is the moment
where I should have died. It just... didn't happen. Yet, the moment afterward I remembered it and thought I should be dead. The rest of the dream I
was afraid I would wake up and die. What's strange about this dream is it's like a dream I had about a week or two ago. In that dream I was in a car
with some kids. A young girl was driving the car. I didn't think she should have been driving because she was too young. I didn't want to say anything
because I didn't want to be the bad guy. I didn't want them to think I wasn't cool. So I said nothing until we plunged over a bank into the river.
Supposedly, everyone drowned except me. When I climbed up the bank the car was on the road with all of the kids in it. I couldn't believe it. I told
them that they were all dead! They weren't. I felt like god or someone gave us (me) a second chance. I felt relieved, but disturbed. The lesson I got
from the dream was not to be afraid of being the bad guy, especially when people can get hurt. But after this most recent dream, another meaning or
lesson is coming out of it. For some reason, in my dreams, I'm changing them and I'm aware of the change and yet, something doesn't feel right. It's
as though, in the next moment, I will find that all of the changes were just dreams and the kids really did drown and we really did die when the bus
plunged into the buildings below!
I wonder if when we die we have a dream... and if we become aware that it's our last one?
Our ego is immensely powerful so even whne the brain is going to die it still acts like it's not going to. We still try to lie to ourselves just like
we do when we're healthy. Our mind weaves this lie as a dream and we live it as though it were real, until our brain can't do it any
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