# Dreaming Hackathon: Out of Darkness By [Philosophical Foxes](https://paragraph.com/@philosophical-foxes) · 2022-03-18 --- What is this? ------------- Hello and good question. We are hosting our first ever [Philosophical Foxes](https://www.philosophicalfoxes.com/) hackathon next week. We’ll share more details soon. For now, here’s what you need to know: * **Purpose**. To explore the “Dreaming World” of Philosophical Foxes, together. * **When**. Next Friday through Monday (March 25-28). * **What**. We admire your curiosity. We’ll share more soon. * **RSVP**. [Add to your calendar](https://calendar.google.com/event?action=TEMPLATE&tmeid=NGZsOG1tNDVmYnIwdmY3cmx1MTgzdXVxNnQgY19qbnRyOHRnNGhsNnNkZmVnM21ydDhnajgxc0Bn&tmsrc=c_jntr8tg4hl6sdfeg3mrt8gj81s%40group.calendar.google.com). You might be wondering: why should we care about the world of Dreams? Here is the answer, Fox: it is our history, even if we have forgotten it. To understand what we mean, heed the vision of Picnic, Lightning. He saw something in his sleep that he wishes to tell you about. Read on. * * * Out of darkness --------------- _There was a time when Foxes dreamt._ _Did you know that?_ _Perhaps you have not heard the stories._ _When our ancestors closed their eyes, their vision_ _Did not empty as ours does now._ _They saw more than black shadow._ _To fall asleep was to voyage to another world._ _A place in which the mind was not at rest but at play and_ _Our eyes wore no mask of darkness._ _Sleep was a city of lights and wild visions illumined_ _across cerebrum and cerebellum,_ _And one fine scientist – we have forgotten her name now –_ _said that lightning passed back_ _And forth across the corpus callosum as if in constant_ _Dizzying dance and that if you cared to look_ _There was sense in the pattern._ _You have heard too much of human dreams, perhaps._ _I can tell you it was nothing like that._ _Do you know that when the human dreams, they dream alone?_ _Every night, each one tumbles into private, separate fantasy which_ _Grades only slightly from the world of delusion._ _Foxes dreamt together. Each evening we climbed_ _Out of our brains and into seven realms in which we_ _Found not only each other but every Fox that has_ _Ever-lived and will-ever live, and the boldest of those_ _That told these stories spoke of Foxes that cannot be_ _And belonged to separate, fractal realms_ _Beyond reason._ _Last night, in my drab and artless sleep, I swear_ _I saw someone, something, some shape or form or_ _Silhouette – nothing more._ _A wrinkle in the darkness._ _When I woke this morning, I wondered_ _“Was that a dream – at least, the beginning of one?_ _Is this what it feels like to live with one’s eyes closed?”_ _Perhaps the visions we  have lost across our generations_ _are simply waiting on the other side of that darkness,_ _Asking to be found._ _I understand your laughter. Had you_ _Told me the same I would have chided you and perhaps_ _Smiled just as you are now. But I swear, my friend, I_ _Saw it. Pretend you believe me._ _Pretend for just a moment._ _What would it mean?_\* – Picnic, Lightning (0, 0) --- *Originally published on [Philosophical Foxes](https://paragraph.com/@philosophical-foxes/dreaming-hackathon-out-of-darkness)*