I was just watching "The power of Myth" documentary on PBS. I picked up Joseph Campbell saying:

"...that's the transcendent mystery, what is the sauce of life"

Is it soy. Perhaps spaghetti.

Chuang Tzu had a dream that he was a butterfly. In his dream he was concious that he was alive and he was a butterfly. Then he awoke, and he was a man again. He wasn't able to tell for sure which existence was true.

There are certain peoples and myths that purport this idea: that the dream world is the real, or important one. And that what we describe of as our real being can be thought of as something like preparation for the dream world.

Of course this is untrue. It needs to be refuted.

The problem lies in the description of dreams as a world. Once you place it in the category of world, you become entrenched in relativism. Not unlike cultural relativism, it is difficult to say which world is more true. Indeed, truth itself is relative. Dreams are not a world. They are a function of the mind performed during sleep.