In fact, I come to undoubtedly know that my entire existence – at least the human one – has been nothing but a dream within a dream, within a dream, within a dream… All at once there’s an overall feeling of ‘strangness’ about my human experience and my entire existence in general. “Existence… what a bizarre concept!” I say to myself. Everything feels very strange now. ‘Existing’ has become a strange thing. “Indeed, “I” am a strange ‘thing’… My life, my friends, and family have been, and are, nothing but thoughts within my imagination…”