Somewhere – out there – we are beings of pure light experiencing a bizarre collective dream…

We dream that we live on a strange planet, not altogether unlike our own, but war-torn, ravaged, polluted. We dream that there are both immense wealth and immense poverty, and that most people spend their time in the bondage of slavery.

There is also a peculiar dream-like sense of things not quite adding up. Like the fragile meat suits in which we are enshrined, like the fact we cannot fly, or communicate telepathically. We do not have any knowledge outside of this dream, but know intuitively that there is more, much more.

We will all awaken eventually, and roll over in our otherworldly beds and exclaim ‘I had the most fantastic dream!’ Some of us will not need to die for this to happen, but will awake spontaneously in the dream itself, and our life will become a lucid dream, totally under our control.

And we will remember everything.