[ WP ] Dreams have all been tests , and someone finally passed .

`` Welcome to Epi-conscious.'' The existence next to me intoned. 
 
 I turned to become more aware of him and found my self staring into a vast cacophony of thoughts and voices. The existence beside me was vast, huge with out having size, defining with out producing sound. Yet for all it's unbelievable magnitude, I did not feel dwarfed. 
 
 `` Epi- what?'' I asked, but before the existance could respond I supplied my own answer. Epi-conscious. Above thought. The vast collective mind of our entire selves. 
 
 `` You are the first of your kind to solve the Puzzle of Consciousness. Others will follow you, but none shall have influence that you have now. What designation do you wish to applied to you.'' That last'you' was meant to be plural. He meant all of me... us... humans, but also not in the same way. 
 
 `` Woah, I'm confused,'' I tried to convey, `` what is the Puzzle of Consciousness.'' 
 
 The existence responded imitatively, `` Sapient creatures who have not progressed to a stage of Epi-consciousness, in a mode similar to sentient creatures who have not attained consciousness, regularly submit themselves to a recursive internal analysis. The consciousness, capable of recognizing itself and understanding of its bodily Independence from other creatures breaks itself apart and looks at itself through a thousand warped mirrors in an attempted to completely know itself. Life tends to become self aware and awareness tries to do the same.'' The existence paused before inquiring, `` It takes on many forms in the vastness of our universe, this cyclical contemplation, what is your species method of inquiry?'' 
 
 I do n't understand a lot of what the existence is trying to convey, even if it sends its thoughts straight to me, for some reason the building blocks it uses does n't make sense. Before I was here, I was dreaming. I had had the dream before, it was another one of my squeal dreams. I knew that I had dreamed the dream before, slightly different but much the same. However, unlike people who claim to have lucid dreams I was n't actually a part of the dream. I was floating like a camera watching the actions of the people in my dream as they replayed for perhaps the hundredth time the destruction of their trailer park planet by the offspring of a chicken and the fire breathing dragon from the center of the sun. 
 
 Somehow things made sense know. I do n't know where the thoughts came from, they seemed so big and already formed that it felt like I could n't have thought them, but an answer for that came shortly too. 
 
 `` We dream.'' I answered the Existences question, `` During a time of rest our body removes most of its sensory functionality and investigates itself in a semi-catatonic state. Our memories are analyzed and connected through our information starved consciousness. Information from our individual findings are spread through out our unaware epi-conscious by means of music, art, food, tradition, gossip, politics, and stories, but the individual analysis of our consciousness is completed by algorithms devised by our dreaming minds.'' 
 
 The near by existence understood, at least a little. `` We'dreamed' ourselves to self aware self awareness by splitting our conscious minds and having them echo our sensations back to us at a slight delay. What an interesting way you achieved epi-conscious. No others are like it that we know.'' 
 
 `` Thank you.'' I responded, and then to answer his other question, `` We shall be designation: Dreamer.'' 
 
 `` Welcome Dreamer.'' The Existence responded, `` Our Designation is Shattered Echo Split Mirror. You seem like you shall be good celestial neighbors.'' 
 

