Do you ever get that feeling where you have a whole crisis on whether or not you have a life and what if your life is a simulation and everyone else are just bots. If you think about it, you can't trust anybody because bots can be programmed to say things and if you ask a person if they're real or not you can't trust what they say because they could be programmed to say these things. Then it brings to to the question of why were in that simulation in the first place. What if all of your dreams are remnants of experiences you had in your past lives across the multiverse and games are actually alternate realities. What if we have sentient people in our universe and they write books to tell stories of other universes but our universe was made to oppress and trap these people because their creative ability was powerful and that the people who oppressed them didnt want them overthrowing them, and so, to oppress these people even more, they created the concept of death and souls to make sure that the creative people couldn't do that forever. Our universe was the quarantine planet and we were in the grasps of death. Any characters that we see in books, games, movies, any form of original creativity were all in separate universes, knowing about all of these separate universes and communicating with them a lot. But our universe is like the prison planet where people the Superiors send people who rebel against them. They wipe their memories and reincarnate them as random people.
There. Story idea. Take it or leave it :D