I know.
It's stupid.
I'm stupid.
Everybody's stupid.
Because what even is life?
Is reality real, or will we wake up one day to find our true, true form?
Will that dream disappear like other dreams, or will it allow us to take notes of our parallel universe self?
When we wake up from this possible dream, will it be an infinite cycle, where we keep waking up from dream after dream, until we start questioning life itself?
We may never know.
We have to experience it ourselves to understand it.
Maybe when you die on purpose, it breaks the cycle and you can live no longer.
Maybe I'm dreaming of typing this, and I'm not actually real.
What if we're aliens on another planet, dreaming of a fictional planet full of creatures called humans?
If so, maybe real life people are controlling us.
Maybe the people dreaming about neurotypical people like me are neurotypical themselves.
It's almost as if it's a dream, but we never wake up.
Or this theory couldn't be possible.
Maybe heaven or hell exist.
Or when we die, it's pure nothing.
Not even black, not even the insides of our eyelids, just...nothing.
We don't know what happens when we die.
All of it is just theories.
Alright, I'll stop yapping.
