Dinosaurs are tasty

A blue-white cube made its way to me. I was underwater right now. Funny, after so much craving for human interaction I end up in isolation. Or that's what my dreams tell me.

The cube was shining, quite literally, like a diamond in the sky. Diamonds are useless, you buy them, walk out of the shop and boom their value dips by 45% at the minimum.

Ah, the cube is coming to me. I want to know how it tastes. It gently floats to me and I pick it up.

Ow ow ow ow ow! It burns my hand, I drop it on the sea bed. My burned hand heals back to normal. It stings, more than the bombs of those humans or volcanic explosions. Or maybe the peace has made me weak? I remember nothing being able to hurt me once upon a time from my dreams.

I tried to bite it, and nothing, not a single scratch. Well nevermind, it shall be my pillow. Frankly, sleeping in cold water is not that awful, though the water in my body feels like its everywhere even inside my body, it literally is, isn't it?

I doze off to the dreams of 2 lifetimes. In both those lifetimes, I was somewhere ancient and if what the humans say is correct, one of them was with dinosaurs and another with industrialisation period but whatever.

The dinosaurs were delicious, the most flavorful from what I know from the first dream and then it was this thing like chicken in the 2nd dream.

I remember nothing but darkness in between the 1st and 2nd dream and my current situation and 2nd dream. Though I do remember one thing, a constant voice in my head. 'Let's enjoy our time here'.

I slept and slept and slept while dreaming of those 2 dreams. An unkillable man, that's what he is, wait! no that's what I am. I remember that I was happy, beyond words when the cut on my leg healed. And the same thing after being thrown by a meteorite into the lava. It hurts every time, people think that I would have a certain immunity to pain. But somehow I can survive being thrown out of a plane, punch a mountain and break it, run so fast things slow stop but yet never not stop feeling pain.

My version in the 2nd dream was so fed up with the pain he walked all the way to the ocean and kept walking to where I am. In my current time, I love the ocean and water. The whales are wise, sharks misunderstood and dolphins funny. The water is like the sweet grandma from your neighbourhood who gave anyone she saw candies and cookies, though the sun and moon fight like youngsters they never say no to help.

I want to eat dinosaurs again, even the chickens are fine. I can't seem to move my body anymore, well nevermind then. I love the cube, it's warming me up and now I can hear it talk, finally, it opens up to me. He was even shyer than those deers and wolves. It told me stories and then started calling me a big brother. Now that I notice everyone does that.

The cube wasn't the one talking, there was a stone that was inside it that was talking. Space, he had named himself. I knew for a fact that I could break that cube but somehow something was stopping me. My instinct told me not to push myself too much or else something terrible will happen. And Space didn't mind all that much, though he didn't like his early few years of just floating around.

He is such a nice boy. I stopped talking to him and slept after making a promise to talk to him once again after I wake up. Let's eat chicken after I wake up.