 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. And, 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 that's dreaming what we're dreaming now and dreaming.