Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering about, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know that he was Zhuang Zhou.
Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't know if he was Zhuang Zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming that he was Zhuang Zhou.
It would seem that all of the important clues have been found at this time.
Looks like it ends there... i took a quick look on the web regarding this Zhuang guy... It’s not sure if he ever existed (kinda like Homer), but if he did, he’s said to have been a philosopher. Long story short, this philosophy sais that we should never assume to know the truth or even be sure to be awake.
kinda like the philosophy on wich the Matrix movies are based upon.
And here I have a wonderful mental image of Jack as Neo, Jerry as Trinity and the Roscoes as agent Smiths... my mental eyes burn!!!