Inception

It took me long enough, but I've finally watched Inception.

It captivated me.

It transported me away from the applesauce cooking on the stove, to a world of dreams. A world filled with regret, subconscious projections, layers upon layers. A world where what you see before you isn't always reality, although it is very real. Where the only way you knew you aren't dreaming is if a little metal top topples.

Was it going to topple?

That's the question. But then the other question is: does it matter?

Whether he was dreaming or not, if that place was reality or not. He was happy and at peace. He had forgiven himself and let go of his past. He got to see his children's faces.

Dream or not, did it matter?