No, I don't think I can ever think that way, either. I've seen into little pockets of reality like this before, and those worlds aren't any less a dream than the one I live in.

[For a moment, Jade takes a moment to breathe in the Peaceweed, inhaling the smoke. Even though she should probably stay alert, a little break while on duty never hurt anyone.

[Especially when said smoke oftentimes helps with the symptoms of her Fever, or prevents them from getting any worse. It hasn't been so bad for a while, but she doesn't want to tempt fate.]

Can't speak for anyone else, but where I'm from, it's common knowledge that millions of different realities coexist simultaneously. We call it the Sea of Eventualities.