I’ve been having this reoccurring sensation; a feeling that the reality I experience as my waking life is really a dream that I am just about to wake from. I start to get a light glimpse of each person within this waking reality – directly present and historically referenced – to be dream characters and creations of my mind. Like a wonderfully sewn yarn, each character in this unfolding dreamscape has become present at the exact moment necessary to further me along a process of awakening to this truth.
Simultaneous to this sense of pending lucidity, there exists a grand paradox of perception; an equally profound but significant counter observation. Though “I” am the only being that exists and all of waking reality is the illusion of my dream constructed around me in an unfolding process intended to slowly awaken me to my true existence, I can feel that every other person that exists – though to my perception is only a fragment of my greater mind – is actually in the same state of awakening as “I” am.
This means that each individual and sentient human being in my completely fabricated reality is also the only being – the only “I” – that exists in their completely fabricated reality. Slowly awakening from a dream their greater minds has constructed. Wherein I am just a character and everything I know about myself, the historical progress of my life, my role in relation to others and even the sensation that I am the dreamer, is a construction of their dreams – not mine.
This exquisite paradox of dual yet simultaneous conceptualizations of reality are reminiscent of a state of being I once may have turned away from in fear, but now openly welcome as a part of my dynamic conscious experience of life unfolding.
 Like Kurt Russell’s Character in Vanilla Sky (2001)