Is this a dream? Am I dead? Have those small paper squares of my youth laid dormant in my mind?
Suddenly there’s a voice.
“Calm down. This is a dream within a fantasy. A peek behind the veil. You’ve been searching. Trying to make sense of everything. Express that which narrow minds can’t even experience. Connect with the shared unconscious. Find the reasons behind the reasons for your existence.
It’s lonely being alone in empty vastness. So I lit a spark, watched it explode into being, filling itself with beings. Until the vastness teemed with life.
Letting me know how it is to have a finite life, a body, a loving heart.”
Suddenly, sun in my eyes, my own bed. In my notebook what I wrote last night.
“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
©RedCat
Written for Prosery: Possibilities at dVerse. Where we write prose with a maximum of 144 words, and incorporate a given line. Tonight that line is:
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.
Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”
The world according to RedCat 
The secret of life is enjoying the passing of time, to do so you need distractions, like people and things, to watch pass — and most importantly, a beginning and end.
Oh how cool! I love this expression of a mystical moment–dream world, other realm, or whatever–seeing the importance of life and death and love.
This is incredibly stunning! I especially love; “I lit a spark, watched it explode into being, filling itself with beings. Until the vastness teemed with life. Letting me know how it is to have a finite life, a body, a loving heart.”💝💝
I think we need such a lucid moment only a dream can hand us.