been thinking about grams, about how at night when she would tell me a story as she was putting me to bed, she would always create these super imaginative plotlines, like about a kid discovering some buried treasure, or like a kid becoming a secret agent, but the plots would get so complicated that she’d never have time to finish, and so eventually when she was too tired to keep going she would just abruptly end the story by saying, “and then they woke up, and it had all been a dream,” with the most devious smile — which was always so frustrating! — but now that i'm older i wonder if maybe there was some deeper truth to those stories after all — like for example, if this universe actually is only a simulation like that philosopher was saying, if none of this is real, then all along every life in human history ultimately was only a dream?