I dreamed that I was sitting with a woman of indeterminate age. She had short hair, stark white and muddy purple. Her face was a woman's face, I remember no details; neither of us had bodies, we were concepts like many things in my dreams.
She posed a question, "If science exists, what place does god have?"
This may not have been the question she asked. As I try to remember, details sway, and I wonder if she in fact asked what place science has in a world of belief. Even this question is merely a permutation of a possibly false remembrance; I feel now that the act of writing the question betrays and cheapens its basic nature.
It was a space, a dream, and I was being questioned about something which mattered.
I don't know how I answered, but there was a pause, and we watched each other and she had dark black hair now. It flowed into the dream night around us and I woke myself asking
"Was I correct?"
Now, I finish writing, and realize the correct response which may have lengthened the dream or eclipsed the reality I woke to this morning. Before this too fades; I should have asked
"Was I true?"