Precognition? Age 6 or 7
This was a real dream I had
They’re dying. The entire race is dying. He cried to himself in his feverish delirium, as if something was yet to happen or a fading memory of what had happened. An event was transposed into his heightened awareness. An awareness only brought on by the sickness of fever that could weaken his mortal psychological defenses to the quantum network of eternal consciousness.
A blurry image of a planet populated by a race of beings facing utter oblivion screaming out into the void of space and time for help. For someone to hear them, or a god to save them. No one was listening. The universe didn’t care. The boy’s hands are clasped into a prayer, the sides of his forehead; sweat glistening on his face dripping from his scalp. Kneeling by his bed in anguish; a sorrow projected from within but also from an external source.
The boy had a vision in his delirium that was vivid, almost fully manifested as the race was extinguished. It was a race that was facing obliteration, some unlucky species set adrift in the tides of space-time.
I am at the point now where I am losing my sight and my vision, but I am gaining something else in its place, because you should come to understand that I was that little boy in the delirium of fever, who foresaw a demise of a species and felt their pain, their last death cry if only to be remembered once.
Is their legacy only remembered through me; did I hear their cry in the vastness of infinity, in an uncaring universe devoid of empathy?
©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.
Ecoheretic 