What if you discovered everytime you fall asleep you're still alive?
Let's just say you go to sleep thinking you are going some place and you actually wake up alive?
You're still the same ole boring person from the night before, but this time you have a woody. So basically, life goes on; you just pick up where you left off yesterday. This means that pimple on your face from the night before is still there and now much larger than before. How would you deal with this revelation? What new profound philosophical ideas would you garner knowing you're not dead when you go to sleep and still f*ckin alive the next day?
I'm sober as hell right now, but I hope this makes sense.