/lit/ - Literature

This existence is some kind of dream, in a sense more literal than what is usually implied by that kind of statement.

Much like you'd be hard pressed to explain the purpose of, say, a computer to a bird if you had the means to communicate with it, it's pure folly and hubris to assume we can even get close to uncovering the purpose of what reality is.

As such, death is a pure unknown/unknowable, and the moments immediately preceding and following death (chikhai and chonyid bardos in the tibetan tradition) are the complete dissolution of this mode of existence and the opening up into one that, in our current position, is incomprehensible to us. A complete ontological shift.

Time doesn't exist and the illusion that it does is what keeps this reality together. Causality is a restriction of being, not a fundamental law.

Jung - Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Tenzin Wangyal - The Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep
Holecek - Dream Yoga
LaBerge - World of Lucid Dreaming
Waggoner - Lucid Dreaming, Gateway to the Inner Self
Pedro Calderon de la Barca - Life is a Dream

I believe that this is something along the lines of a big collective dream of some kind, and that once I die, I'll wake up.

OP I suggest you watch Waking Life, or if you don't feel like it, just this clip from it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hmSELTAKZQ