Episode #465 from 3:21:57
Mortality
Does it make you sad? Does it break your heart that the number of memories we get to create is finite, that this life ends? Eventually the story is over? I had this theory. I'm going to put this in a movie. I don't think I've ever said this before. Because I woke up from a dream and it was like trying to remember it. You're like, "God, it was so real." If you don't write it down right away, it kind of fades away. But while you're dreaming it, it's really real. And it's like you can almost see the walls. By the time I went to go tell somebody, it's like, shit, I forgot most of it. I wonder if that's what it's like when you wake up in your consciousness after you die. You wake up in your next consciousness getting ready to move into whatever your next body is and you're like, "Wow, I was a filmmaker? I had five kids? And oh well, I'm go be a fish now." It's like a dream. It's like that, gone that way. And it's like that's what past lives are. They're like distant memories, like a dream that's faded away.
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Does it make you sad? Does it break your heart that the number of memories we get to create is finite, that this life ends? Eventually the story is over? I had this theory. I'm going to put this in a movie. I don't think I've ever said this before. Because I woke up from a dream and it was like trying to remember it. You're like, "God, it was so real." If you don't write it down right away, it kind of fades away. But while you're dreaming it, it's really real. And it's like you can almost see the walls. By the time I went to go tell somebody, it's like, shit, I forgot most of it. I wonder if that's what it's like when you wake up in your consciousness after you die. You wake up in your next consciousness getting ready to move into whatever your next body is and you're like, "Wow, I was a filmmaker? I had five kids? And oh well, I'm go be a fish now." It's like a dream. It's like that, gone that way. And it's like that's what past lives are. They're like distant memories, like a dream that's faded away.