Whenever I die in my dreams it sends me into an existential crisis

Like did I die for real and just experience quantum immortality

Is it a glimpse into a parallel universe

How can dreams feel so real

Where does the line between reality and perception lie

How can one tell for sure which is the truth

And which one is merely an interpretation of signals by the mind

How come I spend my waking moments wishing I would cease to exist

Yet try my hardest to wake up?

What is death anyway

Maybe I really did die and failed to realize it

Or I am just a brain in a jar

The world may never know.