I attained lucidity last night, in a false home with a false family. I was ready to let it all go but then, I thought, if I say all these things are not real, what will I be left with? Nothing. Just darkness. So, I stayed and indulged, but still confused, trying to puzzle this problem out.

I realized then, that if I could feel as if I were astral projecting, if I could somehow tell myself that despite knowing I was asleep, knowing I was dreaming, I could also be convinced that everything around me was real, that is, objectively real in some sense, then that would be ideal. Yet I couldn't.

In waking life, our postmodern world is often criticized for its tendency to deconstruct and understand multiple underlying factors. Some feel this makes life feel less meaningful because there isn't a simple essential truth they can hang on. In this dream, I felt this but intensified.

And I wonder, what are some ways to find meaning in a world with no objective truth?