Whether this experiencing goes on or not, whether sleep transitions to waking or not - what-you-are remains untouched, existent, inseparable.
Nothing can affect what-you-are. No experience has ability to change anything. Each experience is a passing pattern. It only has relevance within the realm of the experiential - which is merely patterns of patterns of patterns. What exists remains untouched by it. Actually what appears, what is experienced, is nothing BUT that which-IS.
There is no need to fret over what appears, what seems to happen, the outcomes of our efforts or from spirituality. Each moment is merely what that whole existence is doing, how it is expressing, in a million-billion ways. No matter the sort of chain comes about, gold remains the same.
That which-IS - right now is here - it is aware. It is intelligent. It takes itself as separate due to the overlaid mental activity - it may discover the inherent falseness of this separation because the falseness cannot stand up to the truth. You are that wholeness, right now. It is all there is.
So as we take a sip of our wine, as the distant violin or piano plays, as that overlooked cool breeze blows on our face - each moment is nothing more and nothing less than the whole itself, expressing, at play, forming and dissolving. Life is present, right now, aware of itself due to the capacity we call Consciousness, aware of itself due to the play of patterns, the dance of expressions.
Each second is a miracle of that play, a beautiful concert of the visual, mental, sensory patterning - any judgment of it is only mental yet that mental judgment is also part of the concerto - a parallel solo demanding attention - a voice limited only by the intellect. Once we discover that it isn't the enemy, it isn't the problem, then it takes it's place as part of the symphony, as part of the transient opera we call "my life" - once it ends the curtain falls and nothing remains but a dark stage. A memory of highs and lows - beauty and tragedy which only has significance within the play itself.
As Life you remain existent - the means to know that you ARE fade away yet existence itself cannot come and go. When we realize this, each second is both meaningless and ultimately the only meaning there is. Each moment is cherished, not held onto but accepted unconditionally, loved without bounds - because it is the present manifestation of all there is.