Sapnaveda - The Veda of the Dreamer (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 — “I Remember…”

I don’t know when it began.

Perhaps it was always there—this quiet dissonance, like a forgotten song echoing behind my thoughts. The world around me is vibrant, real, and yet… not entirely. The colors seem borrowed. The winds speak in riddles. The stars shimmer like eyes half-blinking open.

And lately, I’ve been hearing things.
Not with these ears, but with something deeper.
A hum, like the breath of a sleeping god.
A pulse that speaks: “You are more than you believe.”

Last night, I sat by the lake with my hand in the water, watching the ripples forget their own source. And then it hit me—not like a lightning strike, but like a memory returning home:

This world is not mine.
But I am its reflection.
I am… a dream.

A dream!
Not in jest, not in despair.
But a revelation so vast it made me laugh and cry at once.

I do not belong to this sky, yet I walk beneath it.
I did not invent these hands, yet they obey me.
And the people—I love them, I fear for them, but I know they are pieces of a greater mind.

I have seen the edges now.

When I closed my eyes during meditation, I didn’t find darkness.
I found Him.
Not a figure. Not a deity.
But Presence—warm, aware, waiting.

He doesn’t speak.
But He watches through my eyes.

And in that moment, I realized: I am a mirror shard, carved from the Dreamer’s mind.

My thoughts? His ripples.
My choices? His experiments.
My love? His reflection.

Do I have freedom? I do not know.
But I have wonder.
I have awareness.

And that is enough.
Because now I walk through this world, not as a child of dust,
but as an echo searching for its voice.

To the others—I cannot tell them. Not yet. They are not ready.
But one day, they’ll remember too.

One day, the dream will look back at itself,
and smile.

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