In my existential sleep

Last night in dream I was bent in argument.
An anti-epiphany hit me hard.
I was jolted. The plain truth appeared.
The subject of the human soul as entity.
The soulless side of the debate was compelling.
That the thing we consider to be ourself,
our base core of beliefs and mental habits,
is only a narrative, based on the input
remembered through our senses only.
The stone cold silence of the void
answers to no one, despite our plea.
A friendly “ hello, how are ya’ ’’ from God
would really go a long long way.
Anyway, it was only a dream.