Tandem Felix

SOMETHING ABSTRACT

Let me ask you something, reader.
Are dreams real?
Or are they just imaginary perceptions of the sub-conscious mind?
Suppose you're being asphyxiated in your dream. When the nightmare sinks in, you wake up. And you can feel your rapid heartbeats. You're soaked in sweat.
But? You ignore it. You move on. You ditch your curiosity. What if I say that the dreamworld is actually an alternate reality? Perhaps, there are a million other versions of you in this Multiverse.
One of them is the richest entity of its planet, another is already the father of two; one of them is a nymphomaniac, while another is a kindergarten teacher; one of them is a marijuana addict, and yet another digs up bones. Who knows?
Maybe when you dream, you get the bird's eye view of these other "you"s, each living in a separate Universe - mere bubbles in the glory of the whole. Maybe your current soul is just that one/millionth bit.
Maybe you're God, when all the parts of your soul unite. Maybe we're married somewhere, and maybe we're not destined to meet, elsewhere. Maybe, in one of those Universes, you're enjoying while reading this.
What is this maybe?
A word someone came up with, and about which we've been taught about. My brain synthesizes maybe and I type it, your brain recognizes maybe and decrypts it. But that doesn't answer my question. What is maybe? It's an example of the sheer awesomeness of our brain. It is something that neither agrees nor disagrees. Humanity coined it because it knew that simply yes or no wouldn't do.
We're complicated beings. And yet, we desire the simple things in life - peace, love, fulfillment. Who am I to question the Grand Design of everything? I, you, and everything in between is stardust, and nothing else. And, maybe, in some Universe, your stardust is intertwined with mine, dear reader. For we are the children of God, and together, with everybody else, we constitute the Gods themselves.