Capítulo 11: Deep Thoughts
In a still dark place devoid of life and time, an image could be seen sinking gradually. It glowed continuously, with each glow getting dimmer than the previous one as it fell deeper into the abyss.
Soon, it stopped descending and landed on a solid mass. A black hovering mass of gas with a cloud like form. The consciousness flickered it eyes open for some seconds before staring at its surroundings. Everywhere and everything was pitch black.
"where am I at ?" Otis asked himself. He looked around once again, and this time he noticed the platform he was seated upon. His hand was going through the top, but it just kept on sinking until his whole arm was in. He brought it out and tried it again, this time with his leg and he slided down until all part of his body below his midriff couldn't be seen anymore. His hands held unto the cloud while his body sank.
"What the fuck ?" He blurted out. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Speaking about eyes, he finally realised that he could see from both eyes. He stared at himself and saw his body gently illuminating with a low hum.
"Yeah, fuck shit..I'm dead". He said as he sat down on his ass.
He tried to get up and found out that he was really lightweight and immediately jump down from the cloud. He landed upon another and then another one. He was slowly progressing downwards, while the clouds kept moving upwards.
Essentially he was still withing the range of where he first woke up, but he had no clue.
'Are you done ?' A creepy voice spoke to him.
Immediately he fell on his ass as his eyes opened in bewilderment.
'Mother fucker' He cried out.
'Good morning to you too' the now deep voice said in a slightly pissed off tone.
'Bro, I thought you were dead'. 'sorry I mean gone, cause at the last moment you said nothing till I died '. Otis tried to correct himself.
'Yeah, you are right. But you seem to forget that I'm a part of you'. It said in a neutral tone.
'Yeah right' acknowledging his reply with a nod he stared into space.
'So what up with the shine unto the world costume and this dark creepy place' he asked.
'Well....' Otis seemed confused on how to explain to him for a moment but then finally gave up trying to give a logical answer.
'Don't know, woke up to find it like this'. He quietly said.
Standing up, he looked around, still he couldn't see a thing.
"Anyone at home!?" He shouted. Surprisingly, his voice echoed and travelled far as flickers of light shone around before getting erased by the still darkness.
'mhmm' the voice in his head thought.
'How about you say where's my home' he suggested.
'Where's my home, really pal' Otis thought to himself.
'Yes, he said firmly'.
"Okay, here goes nothing". Otis said aloud to himself, as he screamed.
"Where the fuck is my home!". For a brief moment which could be longer or shorter, since time wasn't an existing factor yet, nothing happened. But then again, his voice echoed from the direction he was facing as lights flickered while converging into a big spherical illuminating bulb. It pulsed brightly as it kept on getting bigger, and bigger. Finally it stopped, meanwhile it surroundings shined brightly as the darkness around it slowly slithered away.
However, it bursted into millions of flickers of light in every direction. The light slowly disappeared, one by one until the darkness finally came back. A moment later, a blinding light formed immediately and blew out into a tiny glowing light particles which fell rapidly on what seemed to be a solid ground of light. Quickly to the amazement and speechless face of Otis, the home he last shared with Lisa began to get constructed on a very fast scale.
The light fell on eachother, materialising into different objects such as cement, sand, gravel, wood, nails, blocks, iron rods and so on. With well refined skills, the job was completed with a top notch finishing. His mouth was wide opened, as he couldn't believe his sight. But that wasn't all, as the remaining light particles formed a street, right from his porch down to his feet. In this darkness, his house was glowing and shining unto the world.
"What the fuck is this !" Otis screamed out, but this time his voice didn't echo. He looked around and quickly asked himself.
'Brother, what can you make of this ?'
The voice in his head went quiet for a moment before then responding.
'Well it seems that you might be in your own world.'
'My own world?' Otis asked incredulously.
'Yes, your own world' he continued.
'You see, every human being that exists, even babies are like gods. why I say like and not actual gods is because of their locked godhood. But then, as gods, you can still tap some of that godlike power and one of that is to dream'.
He cleared his throat in an old man fashion as he continued speaking.
'Ever wondered how we all humans are capable of dreaming ? but then, when we dream, where do we go ? . You see where we go could be a place of certainty or uncertainty, we could come back or we couldn't'.
'What do you mean we could come back or we couldn't ?' Otis interjected.
'Yes, when humans sleep, they have the ability to travel far and wide and I mean dimensions, galaxies, even paradise, heaven and hell, far as your imagination can take you far'.
'Far as your imagination can take you far, isn't imagination not real but a fiction of art?'Otis asked curiously.
'Imagination is thus indeed art and a fiction, but humans over the centuries have failed to draw a line between imagination and reality. So what you think might be imagination would actually be reality existing at that moment, and vice versa. That's why in your previous world, a man thought of flying, now that was an imagination and then one day, he built a plane.
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