As there’s an invisible wall between dreaming and waking, there’s one between the waking dream and being awake, non-abidingly.
There’s an invisible wall I’d hit when hiking a mountain. Before was like struggling with that part of me that wanted to turn around. After was like clear sailing.
This invisible wall is like the one between thinking and being. The wall is the actual thinking itself, the nonconceptual concept.
The waking dream cannot imagine being awake. Awakened being cannot but see through the waking dream.