Ground Zero

	I wake up. I see nothing. But then, a blinding flash of light surrounds me, warm and embracing. The brightness dissipates. I see a cloud, brightly shining in a sea of darkness. I wonder, is this still a dream? Am I simply imagining this? Or is it real, am I witnessing the birth of a new world. I reach out my hand, only to notice it is not there. I try to speak, but I have no voice. I try to think, I hear everything possible and impossible. I then realise, this is not the birth of a new universe, I am a new universe. That map, the dream, it was not a dream, my life was a dream and I was only wake when I thought I was asleep. The explosion was not the end, but my inception into a new existence. A higher level, a better life, an unending life, one where I can be the one who controls, the one who moulds, shapes and creates. This is a shock, I lose control, everything zooms past and stops, I see a pale blue dot, I look at it and it zooms in, I see a city, I zoom in at it, I see an average apartment building, I look in, I then see a human, one who has an empty life, an quiet life, a dead life. I decide. I decide to give this one person a gift, the gift of life. I bring him to sleep. I show him the beginning, the beginning of his entry to a new life, I show him my life. I now know.