You wanna get crazier? Am I a million, billion, trillion copies of myself, each with its own timeline; or is there one me experiencing a million, billion, trillion timelines subjectively?

Am I like a leg on a temporal octopus or a tendril of a time slime mold? Is there an invisible puppet master which is aware of all the realities I’m experiencing? If a leg dies, does the central intelligence gain the memories of the leg? Will I experience immortality by merging with the main consciousness when I die? Is it possible for me to communicate with the main consciousness? If so, could I learn how to “swap timelines” with the other "me"s?