Do you know what time it is?
Yesterday I was going to do something and now it's tomorrow already and
I forgot what it was I didn't do. The clock still says today, but I
know better. It may already be too late. I don't know. Isn't it
strange how it has never been this late before and still it is the
present. I expected it to be much later than that. It's already later
than it was when I recently mentioned that it had never been so late and
the clock still hasn't moved a second beyond now. How can that be? Why
isn't it the future yet?
It's absurd details like this that reveal dreams to be dreams to the
attentive sleeper as opposed to the reality of consciousness. So is
there any doubt as to what this is? If it is a dream then you aren't
real, just a product of my imagination and as such cannot do or say
anything that I can't say or do. Your fleeting existence will leave no
sign in the new morning. Can you prove you're real?
I suddenly feel an ominous sense of foreboding. If you can prove your
reality then it must be your dream, and in that case I'm the one who
isn't real and then this sense of imminent peril is actually yours
bestowed upon me for reasons that would be meaningless for me to try to
understand. I'll let you be in my dream if it is mine if you'll let me
be in your dream if it is yours. Is it a deal?
