 But then he couldn't decide if he was dreaming he was a butterfly, or was he a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi, or dreaming he was a butterfly. You know, that can just go on and on and on. And there is a sense of, like, you just imagine other possibilities, like, is this the real life, or is this the dream? Which I thought was kind of an amazing thing, really. You know, the idea that there's another side of ourselves somewhere.