tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317668126207845947.post8966708109838202373..comments2023-07-04T23:29:05.296+08:00Comments on Connecting the disconnected: Dreams of forgotten seconds and the man who lived alonePretty Hips.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714207889364072075noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317668126207845947.post-78500436563900985452016-08-15T05:48:17.238+08:002016-08-15T05:48:17.238+08:00No, past me, you're a bad philosopher.
DOWN,...No, past me, you're a bad philosopher. <br /><br />DOWN, CYKA! <br /><br />Andromedahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10396856208718640063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317668126207845947.post-5700607454846771432009-03-28T02:42:00.000+08:002009-03-28T02:42:00.000+08:00The man had parents who gave birth to him.His loca...The man had parents who gave birth to him.<BR/>His location remains a physical place, which (although this is not the best example) can be located by GPS. The man existed, whether or not anyone was AWARE of it, is what you meant to discuss.<BR/><BR/>On another point in your post,<BR/>I know i'm dreaming while i'm dreaming. It sucks when i want to wake up though, because even though i know, i have no control over when or how it ends.<BR/>I often wonder if the only time i'm really 'awake' in 'reality' is while i'm dreaming.N.Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04704997851560304508noreply@blogger.com