meditations

Am I (we) real or not? Sometimes I think I might wake up to find I’m no more (or never were) There are those times I wonder if my being (or all that which make me think I am ) is but just an illusion. One person told me the very fact that I’m questioning my very existence is proof that I exist. But it could be possible that I, the question and even you do not exist because all of this is an illusion. What about the fact that I can behold the Universe, perceive the numerous colours, animals, people, objects, etc? Doesn’t this prove that at least something exists and thus by extrapolation precipitate a probability that I could be part of that “something’’ and hence existing as well? This argument may not stand because it’s just mere tautology. It is like saying impossibility is that which is impossible to be done! This is because my question does not end with me but extends to those other things we consider as existing.
Now before anyone points me to science, science is a child of beings whose very existence is being called into question here. For all I know I could be just a subject of your crazy imagination, a character from that weird stubborn dream of yours, a virtual image as in the reflection of parallel mirrors, a mirage in the alleged winding peregrination that is life. Before you laugh at me remember this applies to all of us, all of us. We could be characters in a movie for the enjoyment of the gods.
BTW
How is it possible that we can go through events spanning many hours, days and even years in a dream spanning one minute, the same way one could come up with ten elaborate reasons to give to the deputy principal to escape punishment in a span of three seconds?