You know those Dreams
where everything seems familiar
but nothing is recognizable?
It was one of those Dreams.
One of those but somehow more... inescapable.

The first thing that happened was searing over-stimulation
followed by a cooling period of what felt like Eternity.
The first thing I remember is that I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there.
Everything was so familiar, yet so.. alien; even myself.
Like I was seeing the World through new Eyes,
or perhaps a different World through new Eyes.

I remember then thinking that everything was real;
that Perception was the End instead of a means to an End.
I remember then thinking that I was in control;
that I had figured anything out at all.
I remember then thinking that it may be a Dream..

It was a quite curious Dream
wherein I had:
a Body, Intuition,
Creativity, Ability,
a Mind and a Purpose.
I couldn't recall at the time
what the hell my purpose was,
but I know now the purpose was
to make a Pilgrimage of Self.

I chose to experience it;
I set the stage and acted.
I set up for myself a series of Tests;
I proceeded to fail a decent portion of them.
I learned from my mistakes as best I could; but
I even failed at that fairly often!

I played.
For a while.
I believed in the Illusion.
For a while.

I caught on to patterns.
I learned to teach myself.
I became evermore aware.
I caught on to more patterns.

But alas,
then there was Death.
He lured me away without chance for second thought
and assured me he meant no harm;
he told me about how he played a part in the larger mechanisms of Consciousness.
He reminded me of where I had been before I had lived, where I was now going;
that I have now merely returned to the Audience,
the Nameless Other:
Formless Void.
Potential.
Energy.
Tao.
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I haven't lost anything.
I didn't wake up.
There is no such thing;
I simply returned to the other side
of the coin of Being.

Being is all that exists.
It seems so obvious
when it's said so plainly.

Being is all that exists.

Just be.