Dream

[sheldonbartleby]

Last night I had a particularly feverish dream involving a multitude of voices all my own but dissimilar in some way who were their own unit, their own existence, and all suggested that they were the true voice while the others were fantasy. At least, this was the inference. They were screaming for me to listen to their worries and complaints, as though by being heard, they were validated. Like Gods, they didn't exist if there were ignored and addressed as a group. It's fuzzy as to whether they were really disparate from each other enough to be as independent and solitary as Gods. But they were all dreams themselves, a thousand dreams happening at once within a dream. I realised that they were all me and that I was a confused nebulous decentralised web of conciousness with no focus or direction or any point, really, other than it was there, and that it wouldn't really be there, or *as* there, if it weren't acknowledged. And not just acknowledged, but worshipped to an extent. I confronted Ego?

I suppose thus if I were asked: "If a tree falls in the forest and no-one's around to sense it, did it happen?" The answer would be both yes and no. Well, as it is with all things.