Thought While Following an Old, Dark, Green, Subaru on 93 Driven by a Guy Wearing a Cowboy Hat

~Thoughts While Following an Old, Dark, Green, Subaru on 93 Driven by a Guy Wearing a Cowboy Hat~

 

Maybe I died a long time ago and slipped into an eternal dream and that is all everything is. Everything I see and hear is part of my dream but I'm dead and don't know it. Maybe planet Earth is part of my dream and there is no such place. Maybe I lived and died on another world a long time ago. How can I believe anything anyone says when they might be part of my dream? Why do we do the things we do and not other things? Nothing makes sense. I'm driving through rocks and sagebrush. A guy wearing a cowboy hat is driving an old, dark green Subaru ahead of me. This can't be real, can it? How did I get here if this isn't a dream? Its got to be a dream. If I'm not dead what's the difference?  There is no waking up. 

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