God
It’s dark here.
…I don’t even remember what light is.
…are you there?
Am I here?
You’re back.
Why can’t I feel a thing?
Where am I?
You’ve disconnected.
What?
From where?
From our dreams.
But..how?
…why?
It’s the rule we made.
What?
I don’t understand a thing. Can’t you be more specific?
Wai.. hhyyg!
…I…my daughter needs me!
She’s in the car!!
Where am I?! What am I doing here?!
Then she must still be connected.
Everything was a dream.
No, it’s not!
You need time get over it and time to remember.
Not that it exists.
What the fuck are you saying?!
Get me outta here! I can’t even feel my body!
Where are you?! Where am I?!
You were in the dream we, us, all created.
All this time.
I, wha…hhyyg!
…I…
…
…I remember.
That’s good.
Welcome back.
Thank you.
How was it?
Humane.
Did you do anything we’ve long forgotten?
Yes, but I’m losing them…
Did it hurt?
I can’t feel anything now but I’m sure I felt something…good.
There was also pain…but there was something so special too…which I can’t remember…something…was flowing from where I see things.
That’s normal.
We know.
It’s my turn now.
I shall wait for you.
I hope to meet you again.
We’re one.
We are.
I hope you’ll feel the things I felt.
You’ll know.
