Jake Sol

   Jake was having the vivid dreams again. He woke up in an unfamiliar place, not knowing where he was. It turned out he was in a familiar place, but the reality from his dream was still dominant, in his conscious mind. He thought he had died, because that was the theme of most of his latest nightmares.

   It hadn't always been this way. He'd been having these vivid dreams for years, even decades, and while intense, they were a source of amusement. He had given up on trying to figure out any meaning, and certainly never trusted any other person to give their opinion, at least since his teenage years.

   Now, almost sixty years old, his dreams were getting more intense, and more personal. There was a creature chasing him through a waterlogged ancient stone ruins, as he learned how to fly, to keep ahead of the monster.

   He also jumped around like a spider man, in a cavernous casino setting, after escaping the ruins. That's where he knew death had caught him, even if it wasn't an entity. He was dancing to some lively music, and just knew it was his last dance.  Or so he thought.

   The casino opened up to an outdoor valley, that Jake walked into, to escape certain death. It was full of sunlight, that kept getting brighter. As the light engulfed the valley, a figure appeared. A wizened man with long hair and a robe appeared in the middle of the light.

   Jake, overwhelmed, said "Are you God?" The figure replied "No, I'm Sol. At least, that's what you, my grandchildren call me, for the most part." As if in a dream, Jake understood what Sol meant, and what it was. It was our sun, the star that it's child, the Earth revolves around. It was also obvious why it appeared to Jake as and older man. That was Sol's way of using familiar concepts and images to establish communication with its biological grandchildren.