I have long suspected that waking reality is a kind of dream. The truth of the matter is irrelevant.
Category: Dreaming
Maybe we’re all in a refugee camp for cranky people on the outskirts of Heaven, and only our arrogance makes it appear to be reality.
Reality is a giant hyper-dimensional crystal that gives the illusion of internal movements when you look through it from different angles. Or so I dreamt
I have discovered an amazing drug effect without any drug. There is just one catch
Laboratory tests and amnesia. Is there any better life?