dream was as strange as dreams often are. I was living with my dad on one
of the top floors of a building several hundred stories tall, a golden
tower situated on the crest of a mountain ridge. It appeared that we
occupied an entire floor. We were surrounded by sunshine all day long, not
by clouds. We lived above the clouds. Our world had become a world of easy
living, of sun-filled days that had become taken for granted, and at the
center of our world appeared this thing. It seemed to be visible in some
form everywhere one looked. 'The Thing' was literally everywhere, but also
nowhere. Everybody knew it, not just us. Millions had seen it, but no one
had ever been able to touch 'The Thing,' or one of them, nor had a single
specimen ever been captured. It just was, and was always out of reach. It
wasn't a machine, so it seemed, or a biological entity, but it had a
definite shape and color. Its 'color' seemed richer than the rainbow, and
its 'shape' seemed so profound that it was echoed in works of art, such as
paintings, sculptures, and stories, even in public art, in the parks and
Thing' had appeared first on television a long time ago. It had appeared
time-sliced between the ads. People were puzzled at the time, as I
recalled. Eventually they let it be as one of those things that simply
can't be explained. Nor could its effect be explained.
effect that I noticed was that the television became bigger, and its
picture clearer and brighter. Everything seemed to be effected by 'The
Thing' in some way. Our world became less confined, richer, and brighter.
Our houses became bigger, the world cleaner, the cities more beautiful.
And above all of that, which our world became, loomed 'The Thing' like an
all-pervading ghost that no one knew precisely and yet everybody 'knew'
instinctively from the bottom of their soul, for the simple realization
that the world had been transformed by it.
people revered 'The Thing' that had no name. They revered it and gave it
noble names, but by and large its name remained simply, "The
Thing," just as everyone had called it from the beginning.
people also feared 'The Thing'. They feared that that the boundless
development it caused would overburden our planet and thereby destroy it.
However, those were but a few and their fears were ignored in the sunshine
of the joy that this profound development unlocked. The joy became like
the sand on the beaches, an ever-present reality that gets into ones hair
and clothing, except in a nice way, that would be missed if it didn't.
the people who feared 'The Thing' tried to defeat it. They tried to turn
the world back to the way it was before 'The Thing' emerged on the
horizon. Since they couldn't capture 'The Thing' itself, they bulldozed
down some of the houses that had become wonderfully spacious and beautiful
in its presence. They did their attacks secretly at first, in the night,
right with the people sleeping in their houses, the very people who had
benefited the most from the influence of 'The Thing'. As far as I could
tell from the dream nothing happened that changed anything in the world.
No one protested. No one interfered. The sun kept on shining. Still,
something did change.
struck me as odd one day a long time later. It was something that didn't
seem to be linked to 'The Thing' at all in any particular manner. I found
it strange, because I hadn't noticed it before. I recalled that I needed
new running shoes at the time and had mentioned the fact to my dad in
passing. He nodded and said something about "accounts" and
within moments a list of financial portfolios and their value flashed onto
the TV screen in white letters. Seconds later the figures vanished and dad
replied to me sadly that the shoes would have to wait for a week. So I
didn't think much more about it, and in a week the new shoes were
thing also struck me as odd some time later. It seemed to me that the
images of 'The Thing' that were always time-sliced between TV ads appeared
less frequent than they had before, and were also less seen everywhere
else. I also suddenly realized that this trend had actually begun before
the incidence with the running shoes. I had dismissed the new trend at
first as insignificant, until it became glaringly obvious one day that the
images were no longer appearing as frequently as we had become accustomed
to seeing them. I mentioned the fact to my dad, who simply laughed and
said that this was a good sign, adding that we wouldn't be bothered with
"this nuisance" anymore.
it seemed odd that something that I had grown fond of had gradually
disappeared until it could no longer be seen, except on rare occasions.
All of my nagging concerns about this trend came to the foreground one day
when our TV stopped functioning. The incidence of the failing TV had
sorely upset my dad. He had lost access to his portfolio. In a rage of his
temper that had become more intense, and always seemed linked to his
portfolio, he pounded his fist on the TV as if to jolt it back to life.
Instead of it coming back to life, however, the TV simply disintegrated.
rushed out immediately to buy a new one, an even bigger one than we had
before. We were fortunate that we did, because when we returned the entire
huge building in which we had lived had collapsed and crumbled into dust.
Nor were we the only ones so affected. As we beheld the catastrophe, and
cried over it, we looked into the valley below us, and there too, even
while we looked down onto the city, where we had just come from,
purchasing the new TV, as if an Earthquake had struck the whole world, the
entire city in the valley disintegrated before our very eyes into a pile
of rubble and dust. We suddenly found ourselves without a place to go to,
forced to be living in dust and shambles, scrambling to find things to eat
in the forest and to cover ourselves with leaves as shelter from the cold.
awoke in tears from this dream. I cried for our tragedy, but mostly
because 'The Thing' that had made everything beautiful, could no longer be
seen anywhere. Its images seemed to have been erased in my dream,
throughout the universe, as if they had never existed.