I don’t remember much of before the Big Bang. All I know is that one minute I was falling asleep in my bed and the next I was falling down an endless void.

The nonexistent world was spinning yet at a standstill, as if in limbo. I fell and fell and fell, but floated in a vast ocean of darkness. I couldn’t breath, yet did not suffocate. I couldn’t feel, yet did not feel lonely. It was a bliss that could not be described. And in the middle of it all was one little light. Flickering like a flame. And like a flame, it slowly died. It was a small star getting smaller and smaller, dimmer and dimmer. The darkness slowly consumed that warm light.

I remember the burn behind my eyes as I wished for the light to continue glowing bright. I even prayed.

But right as the light was almost completely consumed, it grew. Bright and hot. It exploded with colours no one could possibly imagine. It was life.

Everything began to blur from there on, but all the emotions and colour were still there.

I woke up in my own bed that morning, and gazed at the ceiling in wonder of the dream I’ve just experienced.

It was a dream, right?