If someone tells me that life is like a dream, and that death is the awakening, I ask: into what will I wake? If my life is in fact a dream to wake from, for what reason would I accept that what I am waking into is not also a dream? To hold such a belief appears to demand surrender to incomprehensibility. To say, most simply, that the whole of reality is impossible to know. What is there to gain by embracing this idea? If reality is impossible to know, then anything can be real. That thought only complicates matters. Once everything can be possible and nothing impossible, how can we frame questions to help us measure? I might propose we all measure and conclude that what is the consensus must be the truth, but that poses a deeper problem: I cannot know with any certainty about the measurements of other individuals. I have no way to prove their observations are independent from my own. In fact, the ultimate end is that there is nothing outside my mind and its senses that I can reasonably call real. This is reasonable with an open mind, but somehow I simply cannot accept it completely. I consider it a dangerous idea: the simplest way to measure it would be an act I'd wish not to encourage in any way. If I am wrong, that will be the last mistake I make. On conclusion, I must avoid making that mistake. It is better not to have that knowledge than to die and perhaps still not have that knowledge. If this is a dream, I must continue to try to understand it for what it is showing me, for I have no way to know for certain that I would wake if it is to end.