Public dreams

Nr. 27 / Adventure / Public

The dream began as I was walking along a street. It was in a large city, possibly New York. As I meandered some strange things began to happen. The clouds above me swirled and the ground beneath me began to ripple as if it were liquid. Yet I could still stand firmly upon it. I began to run and ripples spread out from each point my feet touched the ground at. It reminded me a bit of non-newtonian fluid. I quickly became lucid after this. I thought back and remembered Rox's post about trying to meet God in a dream. I figured that this would be an interesting thing to do with my lucidity. Before trying to meet him I figured I would do what sageous said he had done. I roared at the dream space, stating,"In this place, I am God." There was no response. I lifted off the ground, and sprung into the air, ascending until I had reached the clouds. I focused on meeting God. The God that stood before me had no human form. He was an orb of astounding luminosity. It was now the time to ask questions.
"Do you exist?" I asked.
At first their was absolutely no response.
"Do you exist?" I asked once more.
"Well, what do you believe." A very strange voice rang out.
"You might, yet you might not."
"Precisely the point. You cannot truly know whether I exist or not. There is no proof against my existence nor is there proof of my existence. It all boils down to one of the prime principles of the world. Fundamental uncertainty. You cannot pinpoint an electron. You can never have measurements with infinite precision. You cannot prove at this moment whether the fundamental particles really are just oscilating strings. Before every revelation there is controversy and uncertainty. There are always cases in which multiple theories might be correct until one is proven to be the right one. And so by this uncertainty upon which much of humanity's studies stand, I might exist, yet I might not."
I knew not how to take such a response. He had covered many of the ideas I had already come up with while thinking about this subject at a time prior, but they were organized and stated in an unfamiliar form.
"You haven't answered my question."
"Well of course not. You can't answer your own question when you do not know the answer. You have no idea what the answer is, thus neither do I. Only the real God could answer your question, if he even exists. With this in mind perhaps you are asking the wrong questions. Perhaps it is not what is proven to be true which matters most, but what you hope to be true."
I was thinking about everything had heard, before I woke up.

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