The dream of "me" appears so vivid, so real, that its dissolution often seems like a monumental event. Yet when liberation apparently happens, it becomes obvious that there never was a dream to begin with. The entire narrative of separation, seeking, and resolution was no more than an illusion—a shadow without a source. The end of the dream isn’t an event or achievement; instead, it reveals that nothing was ever bound or asleep in the first place. There is only this as it is, perfect and whole—untouched by the illusion that it was ever otherwise.