eBobb's Three Short Stories Pricking at the Nature of Reality:
Aunt Mae; Daddy Dreams; Time Frame

Being an inquiring mind, eBobb would like to know what we are, why we're here, where we came from, where we?re going ? stuff like that. Would you? And if not . . . well, then, consider this eBook that little out-of-the-ordinary present for those out-of-the-ordinary persons on your gift list: something that?s just about as weird as they are.

Want to see just how weird? Herewith, the opening paragraph from Aunt Mae.

Sometimes I expect to wake up and find out that I'm somebody else. I lie in bed with my eyes closed and wonder if I've only been dreaming that I'm me. Like the man who dreamed he was a butterfly. Only the dream was so real, he was never sure after that if he was a man dreaming he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was a man. And if you can't be sure about today, what does that tell you about all those sloppy little bits and pieces of memory packed away in the musty drawers of your cerebral cortex?

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