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I had this weird dream last night.
Two people, a man and a woman, in their mid thirties, were together. They knew each other for a life time. They would do everything together, except living together; they had separate homes. Both stayed in different motels, not far from each other. Everybody lived that way in this dream. Nobody seemed to care about it though. Society was built like that, and nobody complained. There was no pride or discontent over it. People simply cared about other things in this dimension.
I was both the man and the woman in this dream. In both their bodies and minds, at the same time. I was in every thing, and knew all that could be known in this reality. I was one with all that was, and every thing was me.
One night, they were getting ready to go out to eat, as they always did. But first, the woman had someplace to go to. The man came to the door and was waiting for the woman to get her coat. As she was saying goodbye to her mother and stepped through the door, she told him: “I first need to go somewhere”. I can’t remember where she needed to go… She looked at the man and saw in his eyes the same thing she was thinking, that tonight was the first night they could talk about something only the two of them knew, about the world and each other.
Somehow, this night was unlike other nights. It was the first time they both felt safe to have a conversation about the secret they both kept, but never talked about.
They didn’t always live here. Their lives started in another time and place. A switch occurred at some point in their past existence, without notice and in an irreversible manner. If there was a way to get back to their previous lives, they had no idea how it would be possible.
It happened one night at a big dance party, somewhere in town where they lived. They arrived early at the venue. Everything was set up, the music was playing. At first, it was was empty, but slowly, the places started filling with people. They mingled with everybody there, some were friends, some strangers, and when the party was almost over – they went outside. But outside was not the same anymore. They have stepped out into a new reality, and this other life began. They soon realized they didn’t know anybody there anymore. They went back to their homes, somehow they knew where to go. But their homes looked different, they had other neighbors, the yards looked different, the roads turned differently, the railing of bridges had other patterns. The things had the same functions, but the shapes, and colors, and textures, were all different from the day before. They both found themselves among different buildings, people, different objects, in a different world. Not better, not worse, just different. Nobody asked them where they came from, nobody tried to interfere. One moment they were here, and all the elements around them simply carried on. The people around assigned roles and identities to them instantly, as if they were part of that community already.
Since that night, none of them ever asked a single question. Every morning they would wake up and wondered if they are still in this new reality. But every morning, this dimension remained the same. Now, for the first time, they were wondering if maybe the former dimension was a dream. But they had each other as a reminder of it, and somehow could never really forget about it.
For some reason it was the first time they felt they needed to talk about what happened. Why they never tried to escape this dimension, or ask any of the people here any questions. I started waking up as this conversation was about to begin. But I think I know why they never tried to question or change anything. It was because they didn’t need to. They were happy that way.