“I was three years old. It was summer. I was in a plane with my father and sister beside me. That was my first memory of this lifetime. Before that there were just dreams. I guess you could say that’s how my life began here. It’s questioned why is it people don’t remember anything of the first few years. This may sound a little crazy, because I don’t see it anywhere, but I think the simple answer may be because those years as a baby, before I was three, before I was in that plane, they just didn’t happen! I wasn’t really born when it says on my passport, that actually my true birth here on Earth was in that plane!”
“Well, maybe, but that’s a little… what’s the word, unconventional, unorthodox opinion?”
“Right.”
“Did you wake up in the plane?”
“Not exactly wake up as you usually do. I think the dream before just became more and more vivid. I woke up in the dream.”
“But what does that mean? All those soulless babies being born!”
“Yeah. I mean, nobody’s that helpless or unable to talk right?”
“Are we actually living in the dream world, all the time? A more awake version?”
“I don’t know. I can only guess that is how it will probably end though, in another dream. Dreams are the paths to other worlds.”
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