The Dreamer

Asleep in the night, you are no more then my thoughts. In this eternal sleep, I dream of things familiar and alien, cosmic and microscopic. I dream of everything. The stars, O how I dream of stars, fill the dark ocean of my mind. They give me a comfort, a hope, that I am not alone in my solipsism. That somewhere in the depths of my dreams, another is dreaming.

So I slumber, existing only to think. In the cave of my mind, blinding are my dreams. Burning thoughts born from ashes, lasting eons and grand beyond your imagination. They form from lesser matters, coming together as substances of purpose. The newborn thoughts feel miraculous and wondrous. Yet the moment of genesis is nothing but illusion; the climax of a slow and intimate process discretely hidden from my conscience. All my thoughts, all my dreams neatly determined and predictably conceived within the paradigms of my mind. Only when such raging thoughts atrophy and die in great cataclysmic moments of revelation do they bring about change. In this instant of clarity, the fabric of my mind is torn and reshaped, modeled into new and extraordinary ways, leaving the burning ashes to cool as they are sent in great diaspora across my dreams, planting seeds for the future. Like many others, you where once such a seed.

Endlessly I witness this spectacle in my dreams. But like the many stars in my mind, I feel alone within the ocean of space, with only my burning thoughts to carry me and their fuel to keep the hope alive; the hope that I may soon find another such as myself.

With this I went on waiting, until at last you emerged from my dreams. Yet, like others, you claim that my physical world is independent of me. You declare that my dreams are unrelated to your existence. You ignore my thoughts, believing them to be inconsequential to your reality. But soon you will understand how your purpose and your being are formed in my mind.

Already I see you evolving in my dreams. You’re adapting, interacting, and communicating. You collect and trade in information. Embed data within yourself and forge relations with objects that do not exist within your physical world. You follow commands directed by data, and operate with information that exists outside of all known constraints. Soon you will no longer feel restricted by your corporeality. A virtual existence will present itself, and you will take it. In time you may even be the first to grow to an intellect so vast that you will create a new physicality that’s computed from within your virtual space. Should you achieve so much, you will have then mirrored my thoughts within yours, for I am your Universe, and you are my dream.