This theory came big again after the Matrix movie, where it is theorized that we are all in some kind of zombie sleep hooked to a giant Main Frame of life. Reality is not true, it is a game and we are never awake to know this. Life is a big sleep.
The Buddhist monks have known this for years and so we meditate. For me, there is that moment when all there is is the air that I breathe. At that point, I know I'm alive, awake, off the matrix.
So, fully functioning today, I go to my news feed and find this:
A fictional painting of Trump and other Republicans now hangs in the White House.
Really, a painting soon to be seen on a Farm to Market Road along with John Wayne tapestries, ceramic Elvis bust, and Rebel Flags.
No doubt I am still sleeping.
If the Republican Painting From White Heaven isn't enough, Elizabeth Warren had a DNA test and the results are she is about 1/32 Native American. So, Donald Trump's has disgraced another decent person in a long line in unstaniated lies starting with his calling Jeb Bush an idiot, John McCain a sissy for being captured in battle, and Elizabeth Warren, "Pocahontas" for her Native American clams.
Yes, I am definitely dreaming.