Thread: Interesting Question

A while back, I had a LD where I asked a question. Within the dream, the question felt extremely profound and I thought it would be a cool dream to share...

This began with a false awakening. I could hear the sound of rain and in my mind, I was in a room with the roof over my head. I was laying in bed listening to the rain and I knew that I wasn't lucid yet. So I closed my eyes again, and waited. Then I opened my eyes again, and I was in my regular bed. This time, I was laying the opposite way that I was IRL. This didn't seem to throw me off as I became aware that I was dreaming.
My dream body floated out of the bed and outside. When I got outside, I had a very strong impression that I needed to find "The Gnome". My cat Jeffery came outside behind me through the opened sliding glass door and meowed. I tell him, I need to find the Gnome Jeff. Instead of the usual rock wall behind the house I live in, there is a path leading into a forest. The ground is covered in orange maple leaves. There is a pumpkin propped on a rock to my left which is there IRL.
I walk down the path into the trees.
The feeling is SO REAL. The wind is chilly against my skin, and the ground is soft yet bumpy. I jump onto a tree and pull myself aloft. I begin to jump and swing through the trees. The branches bend, snap, and swish as I tumble through the trees. Branches hit my face and I feel the pain. I want to cover my face but I tell myself this is a dream. There is no need for pain. After a moment, the pain goes away. I jump to the ground and continue on a path.
At a crossroads in the forest, I see an old woman. She is wearing wintery clothes and has silvery white hair. She says nothing but looks at me. I tell her I am looking for the Gnome so I can ask him a question. I say "I want to ask him about a paradox. If you ask why would you ask questions, then you have already asked a question. And that is the paradox!" I feel power in my words and the question seems infinitely profound in my mind. The white haired woman says nothing. She is standing near a horse stable. I wait for an answer but none comes. She disappears and the dream fades...

It is true...there are many people who tell others to stop asking questions. Why would you ask questions? But you have already asked a question, so how can that question be answered?