I once had a lucid dream where I was visiting the celestial waiting room, where we wait upon our deaths to return to the stars
And I suddenly realized it was a large, pristine restroom with a bunch of urinals in it.
I never did fully piece together what that meant.
Dude is just having his photo taken while peeing
So like are the stars full of pee then or...?
We're all made of cosmic pee stuff.
ohhh so that it was the trickle down effect is!
Question no. 4,322,719 that philosophy cannot answer: "Are dreams content?"
If they are content, is the author of that content the dreamer?
Did you really create this content?
Who is "you" really? Are they actually distinct from "me"? Perhaps then the question is "did we really create this content?" And that one is easy. It's here, it's been created, the creator is besides the point. Now we can move on to the why's, how's and should's.