

I hate mosquitoes too, but why do we keep insisting on changing/eliminating other creatures to suit us? Let’s modify OURSELVES to smell like citronella, or better yet, let’s make ourselves grow a thick coat of luscious, too-thick-for -mosquitoes fur! That should be relatively easy, and it would come with other benefits too.
Maybe it’s not. Maybe we are all tiny parts of same consciousness that creates the dream, which makes it consistent based on our shared expectations, or shared subconscious, or whatever connection it is that makes us one. Or something along these lines.
That would explain the consistency without relying upon rigid materialist laws.