Another "Reality" Post

I think this is like my fourth installment in the "What is Reality?" series.

I was sitting with a couple of guys talking about this phenomenon of having dreams where you're sure you're in reality; only to wake up and be back in "reality"; only to wake up again and be back in "reality"; and so on.

I made the point to them that, really, there's no way to objectively know whether we're in reality or a dream. It's all subjective.

When I said that, though, I knew that I was in reality. I was just speaking hypothetically. I mean, it felt like reality, and I just knew that it was reality and not a dream. There was no question about that.

Only thing is, then I woke up. Turns out it was a dream, after all.

I guess I proved the point I made in the dream by waking up from the dream. Weird.

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