Life as a dream

Have you ever stopped to think that life… might just be a dream? That the “you” reading this is not living, but watching a story unfold—a story that you only partially control?

Every thought, every memory, every feeling might be a fleeting wave in the ocean of your consciousness. And here’s the twist: what if reality itself is just a crystalized part of that ocean, flowing through you like energy?

What if… consciousness could choose its dream?

Imagine an infinite pool of realities, each one shimmering like a possibility in the vast sea of cosmic dust—every version of you, every version of your life, every timeline that could exist.

Most of the time, we drift into one dream unconsciously: we wake, we work, we love, we lose. But what if consciousness is not locked into this single stream? What if you could lean over the edge of the infinite pool and dip into whichever dream you wished?

One dream where you are an artist painting sunsets.

One where you are a scientist discovering new worlds.

One where you never took the path you regret.

One where you are simply… free.

Maybe déjà vu is a ripple from another dream brushing against this one. Maybe imagination is the preview of another reality, calling you to step in.

And if we are dreamers, maybe the real art of living is learning how to choose which dream to watch.

In the pool of infinite realities, you could be anything. A doctor saving lives. A writer shaping worlds. A lover lost in passion. A painter capturing light. In one dream, you are all of them. In another, you switch between them like changing costumes on a stage.

Perhaps identity isn’t about choosing one. Perhaps consciousness is meant to explore, to slip between versions, to taste what it’s like to be all of them.

We are not locked characters in a single story. We are the dreamer moving through infinite dreams.