DECANTATIONS

I had a weird dream sometime last week.

I dreamed I was outside myself looking inside myself, and inside me was an infinite void.

To be more accurate, I was the infinite void which was more empty than nothing.

I guess that's what you get when you meditate about the nature of emptiness before you sleep :p

What is emptiness? Buddhists posit that we must meditate on the nature of emptiness for we are emptiness. But I never could get my mind around that part, so maybe my subconscious mind came up with its answer.

It wasn't a scary dream mind you. It was just the kind of dream that lingered with you days after, weeks after, always at the back of your mind. I don't even find myself asking what the dream meant, it just was.

But its the kind of dream that makes you ask the perennial question: "What am I?"

Is there even an I?

Am I nothing but a byproduct of memories and conditioned responses? Am I but a program necessary only for interfacing with other human programs? Am I illusion?

I lost my self in infinite dreams but crashed back to earth with a vengeance when I blinked.