help me get madonna off my bed, she's too drunk to sing

I had a dream about God last night. In it, It showed me the meaning of everything, the sum of the universe. I've always been a staunch opposer of the idea of solipsism, but that's what the dream God showed reality to be. Not the solipsism of, "I am the center of existence," but rather, the solipsism of, "I am a figment in the imagination of God." Paradoxically, though I was dreaming, I found myself the dream of a dreamer. Why would God dream us up along with the rest of the gigantic universe? Perhaps out of loneliness.

I imagine that God is the loneliest.

Which is a thought that brings about some pretty harsh introspection. Loneliness. Adina says we should get over ourselves, and I agree. But, then, what else is there? What would I write about? I feel horribly self-absorbed most of the time, but how can one not become self-absorbed when they have little to no close contact with people outside of themselves? Of all of the people I know, I'm the only one I feel that I know somewhat well. And even there, I wouldn't go so far as to say that I know myself well.

Maybe we're all just groping in the dark here. Or maybe we're all dreaming that we're dreams of the dreamer. Are there really people out there who have "gotten over themselves"? What does that even mean?