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“If I wasn’t real,” Alice said– half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous– “I shouldn’t be able to cry.”

“I hope you don’t think those are real tears!” Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.

Lewis Carrol,  Through the Looking Glass

Are you the dreamer or part of the dream, and does it really matter? Would it change the way that you live if you were part of someone else’s dream, or if you actually were the dreamer of your world?