What is a Dream?

 

What is a Dream?

An Excerpt from Worlds to Shatter, Shattered Worlds

 

The One

(Waving the Other aside.)   Tell me then, what is a dream?

DHGHOMYO

A thing both existent and non-existent.  A thing existing neither in quantity nor spatial continuity, existing perhaps, only in the mind of God.  (And this God cannot be quantified.)  You might even view dreams as a dihedral angle.

The Other

A dihedral angle!?  I would  prefer a book that makes men mad.

The One

Or a vector process?

DHGHOMYO

Rather, an undistributed middle.

The One

(Excitedly.)  A minor amusement of the gods?

The Other

A contradiction in terms; the unreality principle.

The One

An unfolding story; a traveller’s tale.

DHGHOMYO

The judgement of God.

The Other

Oblique obfuscations.

DHGHOMYO

The object of knowledge.

The One

A language independent of abstract entities; the primary function of understanding, expirations, intuitions.

DHGHOMYO

(With a knowing nod.)  Innate knowledge; The Secret of  Time;  the tomb of the muses.

The One

The subjunctive mood; the ablative case?

DHGHOMYO

A rising tide.

The Other

(Disparagingly.)   The null set.

The One

(Ignoring the Other.)  The whistle of an arrow!  The law of independent trials.  (This bewilders even himself.)  The state of the art; the coin of the realm.

DHGHOMYO

The driftings of the mind.

The War of the Butterflies

 

An Excerpt from Worlds to Shatter, Shattered Worlds

 

(Some place.  Same mind.  Another time.)

 

The One

I had a dream.

The Other

Not another dream.

The One

I’m afraid so.

The Other

Then out with it, if you must.

The One

In my dream I dreamt I was dreaming a dream.  In this dream (the dream in which I was dreaming that I was dreaming, that is) I was entrapped in a city ….

The Other

The Citadel?

The One

A city, a nameless city, a city itself besieged by dreams.  The city stood where the sun meets the sends.  (He gestures in a yonder fashion.)  Fearing that an outbreak of peace was about to engulf the planet,  these Evil-mongers disguised  in  every variety and  form of ugliness.  When the meeting was about to convene a thousand Black Butterflies flew into the chambers in the usual warning that an attack had been launched  by the bitterest enemies of the Evil-mongers — the Dreamers.

The Other

Of course, the Dreamers.  It is only fitting.

The One

Attacking in the classical and time-honoured manner, the Dreamers encircled the enemy city and dreamt their dreams.

The Other

I now see where this is heading.

The One

The first attack was bitterly repulsed as the Evil-mongers thought their ugliest thoughts, and so was the second.  Many a beautiful dream was to die that day, so  fierce was the struggle.

A stalemate ensued with neither side gaining the upper hand until a child was found who had already forgotten more than most had learned in a lifetime.  He unleashed a mighty mirage that tipped the scales in the dreamers’ favour.

And so were the Evil-mongers forced to flee in rout.  At this point I awoke.  What do you make of it?

The Other

Hyperinaccessible, weakly compacted, ineffable ….

The One

Meaning?

The Other

Nothing, of course.

The One

I see.

The Other

No, you don’t.

The One

Some see more with their eyes closed than others see with their eyes open.

(Unseen by the One and the Other, DHGHOMYO has approached them from stage right.  The Other pays his little heed; the One is startled in a start of recognition.)

DHGHOMYO

Gentlemen.  (To the One.)  Why do you stare?

The One

My dream!

DHGHOMYO

So you are the one!

The One

The one?

DHGHOMYO

The one who has stolen my dream.

The Other

Your dream?

DHGHOMYO

The War of the Butterfly.  I should introduce myself.  I am called DHGHOMYO, a dreamer by trade.

The Thousand Infinities

 

An Excerpt from Worlds to Shatter, Shattered Worlds

 

The One

(Slowly.  In deep reflection.  Attempting to decipher, decode, or simply recollect the dream.)

Last night I had a dream.  In the dream I had wandered into a citadel.  It was not quite a city of the dead but neither was it a city of the living.  The inhabitants could, perhaps, best be described as unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday.

 

The Other

I see.

The One

 

The   walls of the citadel were plastered with the Unspeakings of the Unperson.  What these concerned, I do not recall, however, I distinctly remember the words, WE US THEY THEM,” though I cannot be sure as to their meaning.

The Other

Do proceed.

The One

I believe they were taken from what could best be described as either a catechism or sacred text known as the COSMOLOGIA.  The focal point of the Citadel, apparently the purpose of the Citadel’s existence was something called the Thousand Infinities, though no one seemed to know what these were or where they could be found.  I thought this to be curious in the extreme.

 

The Other

Indeed.

The One

Everywhere, at all times, were crowds of people chanting.  Chanting incantations.  Chanting indecipherable gibberish.  I could make out, however, that the imagination was considered to be a loathsome disease.  I wandered about stealthily until I  found  myself  descending  a stairway leading into a dank, dark, musty cellar.  In the cellar was a small wooden box.  I was drawn to it out of curiosity.  I lifted the lid and what do you suppose I had inadvertently stumbled upon?

 

The Other

The Thousand Infinities.

 

The One

The Thousand Infinities?  This was not to be.  There were no Thousand Infinities.  Neither a Hundred, nor Ten, nor a Single Infinity, for that matter.  I found myself running from the cellar screaming.  What I was screaming I cannot exactly recall, but I have strong suspicions it concerned We and Us and They and Them.

(Pausing.  He is out of breath.  He is spent.)

What do you suppose it all means?

 

The Other

(Displaying deep disappointment.)

I was hoping you’d tell me.

 

The One

(Shrugging, as if resigned.)

I have no idea.

The Other

Then I’d say it means nothing.

 

The One

Nothing?

 

The Other

Nada.  Naught.  Null.  Nothing.  No thing.

The Dream-child

 

The Dream-child

 

In the Dark Age before the Magnetic Monopole made its presence felt in the heavens, there was a child who dreamt the first dreams.

He did not know what to make of these awesome visions, so he let them run wild.

In later years they came to populate the Earth (for the dreams became the tribes and the tribes became the nations).

 

The Polymath

 

 

The Polymath

A Polymath who believes that dreams are nothing more than complex matrices of amino acids, becomes involved in their synthesis.

After much hesitation and many false starts (employing old concepts and new realities), he achieves his quintessential creation:

A LESSER GOD

The image originally occupying a finite space, perhaps the size of a grain of sand, begins to expand indefinitely until it finally encompasses and supplants (or becomes one with) the Polymath’s corner of the world.

The Tales

 

An Excerpt from Children of the Mind

 

What The Chronicles did not relate were ‘The Tales’.

‘The Tales’ passed down from generation to generation.  The tales concerning thought-catchers and dreamlatchers and the days of uncertainty and fear:  the last days of the past and the first of the future. The establishment of an elaborate all-pervasive apparatus of terror.  The rise of Mildtryth, a simple, some say, fated man. The children taking to the streets shouting, “We Want Dreams” and “Give Us Back Our Minds”.

So state ‘The Tales’.

 

The Avoidance of Dreaming

 

An Excerpt from Children of the Mind

 

The avoidance of dreaming was an unfortunate consequence of the idea that ultimate reality had no existence outside the observing mind.

The Chronicles record that in the Dark Age before parallel thinking there were those who considered themselves professional dreamers by trade.

Considered dangerous by the authorities, these dreamers were first compelled to register their minds as weapons. Later, considered a threat to the general population, the dreamers were herded into pits and abandoned salt mines where they were subjected to a vigorous regimen of anti-mirage medication.

When this proved to no avail, a medical procedure was devised that would surgically excise the dreams from the mind of the individual dreamer. This too failed when it was discovered that “the dreams were lodged in the imagination, where it was deemed too deep to operate”. This all occurred during the “Year Without Tears”.

So state The Chronicles.