A wonderful thought, that, at least for one moment in time, relives the mind of the burden of the realistic past, the time that we will never be able to relive. But then, the reality of the situation starts to kicks in with the question: if I woke up this morning for the first time with the planted memories of me being in the world for so or so length of time, and the world with planted dinosaur bones and oil deposits, the question is, exactly when that was done? Maybe, during my sleep, just before I woke up, or maybe, yesterday all day, and for yesterday the day before yesterday all day, so on and so forth. I think all those memories were planted over the time that is the duration of my life. I do not see as to what another way this could have been done.
Then the question also is that, why did I wake up to find myself the age that I am. And why do some people are implanted with such a short past, that they are so young, while many others with a past so long, that they may have only one day to live, the last day of their life? So little time, and so much to think about and be at peace with.