This came to me in a dream via a lautenist the lyrical Poe-et
How can we be a dream within a dream?
That's like living in a house of mirrors
"To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil," - Shakes' Pierre
In fact, To be or not to
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