I had a plethora of dreams last night. This was one of the more interesting to me.
I was a younger man. I looked and acted like I was in my thirties, thirty years plus younger than my real life age. But I looked like myself from that time, tanned, thick brown hair, fit and sender.
Life was keeping me busy and active, reading, writing, playing softball and racquetball, hurrying around, doing errands and talking to people.
During all of that, I came to meet someone. I can’t describe them because I never saw them. Nor can I tell you how they sounded because I heard them, but they were speaking and not speaking.
They had interrupted what I was doing to tell me that I was part of a machine. Confusion was my reaction. Further explanations followed that they had created a machine which was wholly organic. I asked them if the were aliens but I don’t recall an answer to that question.
At that point, though, I was busy and just wanted to get on with everything and hustled off. Later, I stopped to get coffee. They accosted me to say again that I was part of the machine. I didn’t understand what they’d said, and asked for clarification. They launched a long and detailed explanation that they were using humans for many features in an organic machine which they’d created, and that I was one of two individuals who’d been selected as the brains.
While flattered, I thought they could have made a better choice for their brain than me, and told them so.
They countered that the functioning they needed from me was far above my conscious thinking level, or the subconscious. I first asked if drinking coffee with caffeine would affect the brain and the machine, and joked about their machine getting hyper from too much caffeine.
They answered that none of that affected it because the brain function they were employing was beyond an organic level.
That prompted me to retort, “Your organic machine is using parts of humans which aren’t organic?” I laughed at that.
They seriously responded, “Yes.”
I asked them if they were talking about the Id, ego, and super-ego, trying to comprehend it. They replied that it was beyond those levels as well, pushing me to ask what was beyond that level?
They asked me if I wanted to see the machine. Enthusiastially, I replied, “Sure.”
“You’re standing in it,” they replied.
Confusion and suspicions squirted up in me. I’d been outside, among trees and buildings, cars, utility wires, streets, and businesses. Now I was in a glistening pink edifice with tall, vaulted areas, reminding me of the inside of a pink church.
“How did I get here?” I asked.
“You were always here.”
That made me think of the movie, The Matrix. Before I could speak, they asked if I wanted to see my part.
“Yes.”
They told me to go further in. Not feeling anything but curiosity, I did, walking until I reached an intersection. Ahead were two pink tubes, which reminded me of short smokestacks. Five feet tall, they were about two feet in diameter.
“Where do I go now?” I asked.
“That’s it, you’re here. You’re the brain on the left.”
I looked at tubes. “Those are brains?”
“Yes, they just need the energy. We wanted to tell you and show you because as your brain changes, our brain will grow more powerful. As it grows more powerful, you will become more intelligent and powerful, and then, so will it. As each of you change and grow, you’ll feed the other. We thought you should be aware of that”
Dream end.
I have no idea what this dream was about. I woke up feeling surprised. Thinking about the dream, I concluded, “That was different.” I wanted to just dismiss it but instead felt compelled to keep thinking about it, as though I was preparing for more to come. Intrigued, part of me thinks, wow, some power is informing me that I’m going to go through great changes. A more cynical aspect thinks that’s highly dubious; it’s just random neurons firing parts of my brain as I sleep.
I’ll let you know if more of the dream ever does come.
Michael Seidel, writer 