I relate with the The Inner Light episode so much it hurts. I had a phase where I had dreams where I lived an entire life from childhood, getting married, having kids, to playing with my grandkids and eventually facing my death of old age. And then I’d wake up completely drenched in sweat from exhaustion. Knowing that none of these people I deeply cared about and loved are real; that they’re mere figment of my imagination completely devastated me. Though I didn’t suddenly learn to play a flute, I can’t help but feel that each of these dreams permanently changed me in some way. Even decades after having these dreams, I still feel and it still affects me. I salute to the writer of this episode who probably has had a similar experience as I did.