What was that Dream?

I laughed.
It was a funny dream. I think it was a dream. Was I asleep?
Well, in this dream that I dreamed when I was asleep or awake or both, a man claiming to be my father appeared. He was not my father though. He was called ‘the father’. A strange man he was that everyone trembled from head to toe with fear over reasons I did not know. It was such nice trembling that I still tend to tremble even now, as I think of ‘the father’ in my dream that I dreamed when I might have been asleep or awake or both.
‘Dreams are partial…’ oh! Forget it!
Anyway, the father in my dream was a strange man (didn’t I already say this?).
I was a fine man too, in my dream of course, a man of abundance wealth and health – sometimes ill-health too – and wisdom. The father was also a man of wealth and health – and sometimes ill-health too – and maybe wisdom. The father was the father of everyone. He was my brother’s father too, I mean my neighbour’s. Such a father he was.
The father’s ability to tremble people from head to toe had grown halfway through my dream. I was told my a dream friend about people trembling from head to toe in presence of the father who had become accustomed to people trembling from head to toe.
‘You will tremble soon,’ said my dream friend.
‘Never,’ said I to my dream friend.
The father loved me. He loved everyone. So we thought. He will never make me tremble before him, I thought gleefully.
I was wrong.
What happened next is blank. So many things happened that seem empty and almost useless. I remember vaguely, like a shadow cast over darkness, the father’s hand pointing here and there and to me. He looked at me, smiled and said something I do not remember. I just said, ‘yes’ or something like this.
Then I just trembled from head to toe. Maybe I pissed a drop or two, maybe three or more.
The place where my land was was just an empty space: hollow, dark and nothingness. My house had just disappeared into thin air (as the expression goes). Everything I thought I owned was gone, just evaporated into nothingness. Everything existed but the ones I owned and belonged. It was like a dream. It was a dream. Or both. Even the father was gone.
I didn’t know what to do. Of course I wouldn’t. I just gazed into the empty space and sang a song or two. Then I removed all my clothes and pissed into the emptiness.
I thought of the father and trembled from head to toe.
I laughed. I just laughed to calm myself and woke up laughing.
I was shivering from head to toe. The blanket had fallen off the bed…Oh shit, I thought and maybe said it aloud, and checked if the bed was wet. It wasn’t.
I laughed again.
It was just a dream, I chuckled to myself.

Was I asleep?

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