The suggestion that this is a dream an illusion puts the separate self me in defense position. Me defends its solidity, territory and ownership of story including past, present and hopes of a future. Me uses time and history for its building blocks to what is, me uses the narrative of other stories to posture itself in ethics, morality, right, wrong, etc. Me registers itself through thoughts, feelings and emotions taking action on the barometer of how me thinks and feels. What could be said if there was never a separate me, self I am? What is life with no such thing as separation?