I have stumbled upon a fascinating revelation: that the simulation is much an animal as me: For its own survival does it, perhaps at our expense, engage the soul - through fear, desire, and control - in the delusion that this material universe is anything but a dream.
We never truly stop dreaming - not even while awake - for, in much the same way that the material universe is a function facilitated by one's brain, dream is a function facilitated by one's soul. When we wake, we experience a game of life that we return to play every day (for so long as this remarkable immersive device [the human body] is able to feed the soul with information). I, therefore, assert that it is impossible for the material reality to supersede the reality of dream, and that it is dream that be the true nature of all things.
