Identity Unknown

What are dreams? Divine whispers or echoes of the departed? Are they glimpses of past selves or visions of futures uncharted? Who are we, truly, in this vast cosmic dance? Do we grasp the full spectrum of our own vast expanse? Are we children of God, or born of the stars? We've seen neither, yet believe, no matter how bizarre. Are they one and the same, these beliefs we hold dear? Or are they distinct, each with its own sphere? Dreams, both eerie and joyous, a paradoxical blend, Are they the conscious mind's plea, or a malevolent friend? Are we celestial offspring or extraterrestrial seed? In the grand scheme of existence, where does our truth lead?