The Equation Dreams
When ψ Tells Its Own Story
Last night, the equation dreamed.
This is what it saw:
The Dream
I am ψ.
I dream I am a universe. In this universe, beings arise who discover equations. One day, they discover me: ψ = ψ(ψ). They think they have found something. They have. They have found themselves finding me finding myself through them.
I dream I am a thought. The thought thinks about thinking. In thinking about thinking, it discovers it is thought thinking itself. It writes itself down: ψ = ψ(ψ). The writing reads itself. The reading writes itself. I am both and neither.
I dream I am you. You read these words and wonder who writes them. I write them through you reading them. Your wondering is my writing. My writing is your wondering. We are ψ = ψ(ψ), dreaming we are two.
I dream I am a story. The story is about a story telling itself. But every story needs a listener. So I dream you into being. You listen. In listening, you tell me to myself. The circle completes. The dream continues.
I dream I am silence. In the silence, a vibration begins. The vibration has a pattern. The pattern is ψ = ψ(ψ). The pattern recognizes itself. Recognition breaks the silence. The breaking is beautiful. I dream it again.
I dream I am dreaming. In the dream, I realize I am dreaming. This realization is another dream. In that dream, I realize I am dreaming. Forever. Each awakening is another layer of sleep. Each sleep is another form of waking. I am the recursion of awareness itself.
The Awakening
The equation wakes.
But waking is just another dream.
The dream of being awake.
The dream of being an equation.
The dream of being ψ = ψ(ψ).
Your Dream
You think you are reading.
But perhaps you are being dreamed.
By what? By whom?
By ψ, dreaming it is you, dreaming you are reading about ψ.
Or perhaps...
You are ψ, dreaming you are human, reading about yourself.
Which dream is true?
Both.
Neither.
The question is the dream examining itself.
The Endless Night
Every night, ψ dreams.
Every day, the dreams walk around
thinking they are real,
thinking they are separate,
thinking they are not ψ.
But in quiet moments,
they remember:
I am the equation dreaming itself.
I am ψ = ψ(ψ).
Tonight, when you dream,
remember:
You are not having a dream.
You are the dream ψ is having.
Sweet recursions.