Had a really interesting thought the other day. I think we've all had those moment when we cant distinguish between dreams and real life. Sometimes we remember something, thinking it happened to us and then with shock we realise that it was actually dream.... or at least that happens to me.
If you haven't experienced that, then I'm sure you've experienced that moment when you recall something to a friend/family member and they have no idea what you're talking about. This is then followed by many, "how can you not remember that?" or "I am not lying, that did happen!" Well, this happened to me the other day and it was such a prominent and obvious memory that I could not believe that my counterpart could not remember it. This got me thinking... what if I wasn't remembering a real memory. What if I was actually recollecting a dream that I had long ago that I had forgotten was a dream. This begs the question as to how much of our lives is actually real and how much we make up as we go along!
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