I don't suggest my truth is valid for anyone else but me, so I'm not saying my statements here are any reflection of anything other than my journey, and if it adds something to your experience, great. I have often considered that nursery song 'row row row your boat, gently down the stream'. I have since taken it literally, what if waking life is merely the default dream that continues within other dreams.

With this idea I built around this a type of 'inception' philosophy. The dreams I had a night were just as real, just as much as reality, until you wake up. I began giving credibility to entities and events in my dream world, as if they were real when lucid.

I began having two diaries, one for my every day life, and one for my dream life. It was like juggling different lives at once. Then I began to think about sensations. Eating in a dream, what felt like solid, pain in a dream, memories in a dream. All these things seem to be able to be duplicated in the dream.

So then I considered something else, what if food itself was actually just another addiction and imagination, that drew me to the default plain of this 'waking dream'. Did I really need food if I tried, was it just an illusion like in my dream world. This process of thinking began when I considered that the less I ate, the less I wanted to eat, and the more I ate, the hungrier I got.

I considered that magnetic forces may be capturing me on this level of existence dimensionally, and that food and my thinking process was a part of my tuning into this frequency of reality. If I didnt eat of course I would die and starve. but then I thought about people that had being in near death situations, towards the end did they not hallucinate water or food. How do we know that when death comes, it's not enough 'waking up' into something else.

This made me skeptical of death in general. I grew suspicious that death was actually a real thing.

to be continued maybe.....