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Zoltaine

          “Oh,  that.”  He  was  unconcerned  about  my  confirmation  of  his
        fate. “No, I meant about waking up. But that’s out of my control:
        people come back from the brink of death with all sorts of wild tales.
        Most of them are rather sedative, produced by the brain’s reversion
        to a simple, infantile state as it is shutting down. If, instead, it really is
        the end, then obviously there is no waking. And if the end is sudden
        enough—say incineration in a fire storm or nuclear explosion—you
        wouldn’t have even that bit of fantasy as coda to your life.”
          “So, Zoltaine: this is all just the concoction of a moribund mind.
        Tell me this: how can you be so certain? What would convince you
        that it is not a hallucination?”
          He was dismissive. “Is that a trick question? Sounds to me like the
        old argument of the solipsist or theological absolutist: prove to me
        that I am not all that exists, or that a deity didn’t create the world as
        is, fossils and Big Bang included to fool us, just a few years ago. Can’t
        be done.”
          What an annoying fellow!
          “Let me  do  something to show  you  that you  are in  the  afterlife
        right  now,  and  that  I  am  operating  independently  of  your
        imagination,” I says. “I’ll tell you something about your future that
        you could not predict. In ten seconds Leviathan will surface next to
        the ferry and snap at you with his monstrous jaws.”
          As  I  knew  it  was  coming,  I  was  able  to  plant  the  pole  on  the
        bottom and keep us from capsizing. After the breach and the waters
        calmed, I looked at him from under my cowl and sneered.
          “What about that, Zoltaine?”
          He shoulderlessly shrugged. “Maybe you weren’t listening, Charon.
        Even though a dream is produced by the unconscious, it is presented
        sequentially, as if to an audience. That which is the audience in the
        brain does not know the source of its experiences. They might be real
        sensory  impressions,  or  concoctions  assembled  from  memories  for
        perception by that audience. Some people, with training, apparently
        are  able  to  waken  within  a  dream  and  control  its  content;  I  say
        apparently, because that may only be a dream within a dream.”



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