Is Life a Dream?

If films and novels borrow from lives, how much sense does it make to describe someone’s life as “like a film” or “like a novel”?

Suppose the entire film industry and every novelist alive got together. Could a single film or a single book carry every moment of one person’s life, second by second, to a viewer or a reader?

Are the lives being lived quietly flattened by that comparison, without anyone noticing?

Or is it the spell of life and everything in it?

Films, series, songs, folk tunes — and a whole life slipping through the fingers, second by second.

Like a dream.

Maybe this life is another life’s dream.

Who knows?