Us, Probably
I dreamed I was on a spaceship powered by a virtual black hole. Its/our speed was sometimes (but never and always quite) the speed of light because the ship (plus me and me and you) was hurtling into the singularity that may or may not have exist(ed) in front of the ship. The black hole was like a particle: the only way to make it work/be and not be simultaneously destroyed was to keep it always in superposition, always in doubt. Sometimes there was a black hole pulling us forward/into, sometimes there wasn’t, but the ship kept moving and falling anyway.
We were entangled, the ship, the black hole, the light, our faith, the universe, me, the other universe(s) we were falling and not falling into, you. A hole flickering in and out of this universe so that with every spacetime piece between, we would be pulled through. That singularity that was and wasn’t there turned the entire universe into an event horizon that flickered on and off, falling us through spacetime, making light speed. Every point between the ship and our destination becoming a black hole we were falling into and back out of. But with that doubt at the center of our world, we began to doubt everything including the things we thought of as our selves. Maybe we exist and don’t exist simultaneously. Maybe we are always falling into that singularity at the center of ourselves that is simultaneously the edge of the universe, the speed of light.
Sometimes on the ship, you were the you I remembered or thought I remembered. Sometimes you were someone else, someone I barely recognized. Someone who looked at me with doubt and even contempt. Then you were someone who touched me with heat and mass, enough to fill the empty void. Then we were someone who was an animal inside a ship made of metals, rock, and the organic matter of a brain and organs we called a ship.
When I woke from the dream I was a ship that is my body powered by a virtual black hole I’m never sure is there even though I can feel it. The ship/my body is speeding through light and the universe toward the only end that’s all we have of forever: Us, probably.
