The Chain of Dreams

Suppose you could remember every dream you've ever dreamt: each with daylight clarity and as real as the breaths you take. Each dream would be like a little life, feeling neither birth nor death, you are-- you exist in that dream, in that little life, then again in another, and so on till the dreams are myriad, in thousands and tens of thousands, almost countless they would seem: the lost dreams you've had-- if only you could have remembered.... So could not a life, any life be so? Just a single dream amidst a waterfall of dreams, cascading through time, your soul hopping from one to the next. Each dream a life, each life a dream.