I dreamt that I was a butterfly. I awoke and found that I was a man.

Was I dreaming that I was a butterfly? Or am I now dreaming that I am a man?

The fleeting sense of consciousness and beauty in the wake of my revelation allowed me to take solace in the lack of response to my question. We are free in our dreams, yet the sobering reality has no true distinction from these dreams. We cannot separate dreams from reality meaningfully other than with blind faith.