One quiet summer morning, Alex was running through the field behind his house. The air was fresh, and the soft grass tickled his feet. At the edge of the forest, his silver-grey kitten with white paws, Lexie, was perched on a rock, watching a butterfly flit around her.
“Hey, Lexie! What are you up to?” Alex called out as he approached.
Lexie lifted her gaze, as if her thoughts were far away. “I was just thinking, Alex. Have you ever wondered if life is a dream?”
Alex laughed. “How could it be a dream? I’m awake, I can run, talk, touch you. It’s definitely not a dream.”
The kitten leapt off the rock and walked beside him. “If you were dreaming right now, would you know it?”
“Probably not,” Alex admitted, a little puzzled.
Lexie started walking slowly down the path, and Alex followed. Along the way, everything seemed more alive: the forest leaves whispered to each other, sunlight danced through the branches, and the air smelled sweet, like flowers.
“Look, Alex,” Lexie said gently, “this world you see, feel, and hear... it’s all created through you.”
“What do you mean?” Alex asked, stopping in his tracks.
Lexie turned to him. “Pay attention. The clouds, the sun, the trees – everything is perceived through you. But who are you, Alex?”
“I’m... me!” Alex replied with a shrug.
“You’re more than that,” Lexie said. “You’re not just your body or your thoughts. You’re like a ray of light, a part of a great sun. And that sun is the consciousness that dreams everything – the world, you, and me.”
Alex looked around. “So everything I see is part of a dream?”
“Exactly,” Lexie said, hopping onto a tree stump. “But not an ordinary dream. It’s the dream of the supreme consciousness, expressing itself through each of us.”
Alex felt something shift inside him. Suddenly, he seemed to see the world differently: it was as if everything was connected. The leaves, the butterfly, the birds, even Lexie – they all felt like part of the same dance.
“And if I’m part of the dream, then who’s dreaming?” Alex asked softly.
“The supreme consciousness,” Lexie answered with a smile. “It’s the same for everyone. It’s like an ocean, and we’re the drops of water within it.”
Alex was quiet for a moment, feeling the gentle breeze brush his face. “That’s beautiful. It makes me feel less alone.”
“That’s because you’re never alone,” Lexie said. “Wherever you go, whatever you do, you’re connected to everything.”
Alex smiled and sat down on the grass. Now, the sky didn’t seem like just a sky – it felt like a canvas where the dreamer painted life. And he, Alex, was part of this wonderful creation.