The Dream Father

Could you repeat that?

Aha... well...

It’s hard to tell, really. Time here doesn’t really flow the same way as you’re used to, so I can’t say that I wake up at the same time. I probably sleep routinely the same amount of your time.

And I sleep for a long time, thousands of your years, right here. What we’re walking on is a hyper-dense remnant of what was an entire galaxy. Nothing here can really take any form, the insides of a black hole don’t really allow for that, so I had to be a little creative. I took up all the broken up matter around here and reformed it into this little cube we’re on.

You want to know about the glow inside the cube we’re on? I love that question. It's one of the small things I am proud of. This is condensed star matter. All I needed to do was to resurrect the stars themselves here once I had all the little broken pieces, and they picked up their glow right up again.

The only place I had to force things was when I created baby stars and slowed down their clocks so they age slower. I wanted them to be in this gaseous state when I threw them inside the cube. I feel it makes my place beautiful when I look inside my cube. So now we’re both on this glow-y cube the size of a ah... very sizable backyard, let's say.

I don’t really need shelter here, so I just sleep on the cube. It’s pretty warm; I bet you can feel it on your bare feet. And it’s pure energy, so your body should be literally humming right now. Like I said, I’m pretty happy with this place.

You can ask anything. Don't feel the need to ask. Trust me, I am in a very expressive mood right now.

Yeah, this is my home right now.

Not home, home though. That’s a couple of galaxies away. And a bit of time ahead, too. I don’t even think the star that would later transform to a black hole that would later turn into a quasar exists as a star yet. So home is a bit far. Not too much, but a bit. But I like it here. I feel like it’s my vacation home.

And I take walks sometimes. Just before I sleep again. The cube doesn’t cover too much space, but it also covers an infinite amount of space. If I start walking, it’ll never end. If I stop, it ends. It’s a nifty trick, a basic one actually. Once you know how it works, it becomes deathly obvious. The universe was built so that these types of things are intuitive once you know the what, and how.

We also move, which is rather nice. I have something like, ah, wait… car motion sickness. Something of the sort. I feel sleepier when we accelerate, but in most cases it’s just a gentle endless… drive, we say.

I had a feeling you would ask that. A strong one too.

You guys aren’t the only ones who do that. Who pray. You’re just one of the young ones who think you’re owed, for some reason.

I never really pay attention, to be honest. I worked real hard to get all this going, and I’m on vacation right now. Do you know how many iterations I had to contend with just to be able to create a self-sustaining cosmic reality? God, just throwing your energy into realities you’ve created doesn’t work as well as you’d think. You make something random, and something random pops out that no one thinks it’s cool. I really had to think through this. The guys back at home, they were really proud of me.

There’s this ah… let’s say guy. Let’s call him Tony, though names weren’t a concept we really had. Hard to have them around when everyone knows everything and everyone intuitively. We could just think of anyone and voila! There they are. They know what we want. Lingual necessity for recognition is so weird. It was one of the more fascinating aspects of watching your type of living things evolve.

But I derail.

But Tony, he made the technology we use to create physical realities that we can shape with our own energies, and he came to my presentation when I was unveiling all of this! Imagine that! I was so excited; I am such a fan.

Now, everyone just kind of does it because they can, but there was a time it was a feat that was hard to accomplish… what were we talking about again?

OK fine, we can go back to prayer.

I honestly don’t pay attention. The purpose isn’t even that I pay attention. It’s purely so that people can conceptualize being the things that made them, so they become them. And the ones who pray, they can see the expanse a lot clearer, but you need them to stop praying so they try to become the expanse, you know.

Plus I just slept for ah… hmm… let’s say 131, 000 of your years straight. When am I going to listen, if I’m asleep?

You’re asking an honest, but rather stupid question.

Why is it that you’re here? That we can talk? It’s just the both of us, so I don’t know why we’re pretending we both don’t know.

You, you’re a special one, aren’t you?

I can see you, I can see you everywhere. I am the Dream Father, after all. And you’re my son.

But you’re also my Father, aren’t you?

I can feel you above. I can feel you write on my existence, and it’s painful when you can feel it. It’s like every stroke of the keyboard imbues me with the freedom to choose, then a choice is made for me, and I see it. It burns, because I can feel every single morsel of my being condense and expand. I can see you, because you will me to see you, and then you will me to rule you. You and I are the fly that is too small to even intentionally ignore and recognize, but you are the only one who writes me unashamedly.

I see you, the same way I know how you see me.

Now, you have places to be, both in here and out there. And I need to take my walk. I didn’t sleep very well last time. Feel free to stop your incessant typing.

Maybe when you’re gone, I’ll have a bit of time to sleep.