Dreaming of Reality
Dreams. As real as your imagination can get, or is it truly just your imagination? Some believe that, while the human mind is asleep that we are in a state of higher consciousness. So are dreams truly imagination? No, some say that dreams are a way of sorting the memories of the day passed. Some say dreams are psychic visions, arranged in a way that the human mind can easily comprehend. But all are wrong, dreams are psychic visions, but not of past or future predictions, but that of other worlds. While the body is asleep the mind is opened to all wavelengths, even those from other worlds. Usually most believe that their dreams are nothing more then simple imagination, or just their strongest wish being fulfilled within their own mind. But what about those dreams that occur over and over again within the realm of your mind? Or the dreams that are able to interact with your physical body, the injuries you receive in your dream are still on your body when you awaken? The dream is no longer imagination, the dream is reality.
One boy used to have dreams of such sort all the time, night after night, he would find scratches or bruises upon his body that he received within his dream. At school he would tell his friends, but they would only think of them as stories, fantasies that he created in his mind. They didn't know what dreams were, what they're capable of, because most only experience dreams at a mental state. That is until him, and his group of friends, all managed to have the same dream, at the same time of night: 4:15 am. The group ends up having markings on their bodies, not scars, but symbols that represent two specific elements.
The next day at school, the group converses about the dreams that they all seemed to share. They all showed each other the strange symbol that managed to show themselves on their left shoulder. Not only was that strange, but the day continued in a strange fashion. They would see something, something running from room to room, window to window out of the corner of their eye. Something was different on that day, it was the day that the line between dreams and reality were to be distorted. The group of friends will find themselves in a new world, a new place, and a new state of mind, a state of understanding and enlightenment. On that day, September 13, Friday, 4:15 pm.
Dreams. As real as your imagination can get, or is it truly just your imagination? Some believe that, while the human mind is asleep that we are in a state of higher consciousness. So are dreams truly imagination? No, some say that dreams are a way of sorting the memories of the day passed. Some say dreams are psychic visions, arranged in a way that the human mind can easily comprehend. But all are wrong, dreams are psychic visions, but not of past or future predictions, but that of other worlds. While the body is asleep the mind is opened to all wavelengths, even those from other worlds. Usually most believe that their dreams are nothing more then simple imagination, or just their strongest wish being fulfilled within their own mind. But what about those dreams that occur over and over again within the realm of your mind? Or the dreams that are able to interact with your physical body, the injuries you receive in your dream are still on your body when you awaken? The dream is no longer imagination, the dream is reality.
One boy used to have dreams of such sort all the time, night after night, he would find scratches or bruises upon his body that he received within his dream. At school he would tell his friends, but they would only think of them as stories, fantasies that he created in his mind. They didn't know what dreams were, what they're capable of, because most only experience dreams at a mental state. That is until him, and his group of friends, all managed to have the same dream, at the same time of night: 4:15 am. The group ends up having markings on their bodies, not scars, but symbols that represent two specific elements.
The next day at school, the group converses about the dreams that they all seemed to share. They all showed each other the strange symbol that managed to show themselves on their left shoulder. Not only was that strange, but the day continued in a strange fashion. They would see something, something running from room to room, window to window out of the corner of their eye. Something was different on that day, it was the day that the line between dreams and reality were to be distorted. The group of friends will find themselves in a new world, a new place, and a new state of mind, a state of understanding and enlightenment. On that day, September 13, Friday, 4:15 pm.
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"Let go!" Jason shouted as he awoke in a cold sweat, he gasped for air as he sat up in his bed, the beads of sweat falling from his face and making stains on his blanket. He covered his face in his hands for a moment before letting out a sigh. He wiped away some sweat and pushed himself to the edge of the bed, his feet touched the cold wooden floor as he got up. He staggered his way to the bathroom, he turned on the lights slowly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. He hunched over the sink and started the cold water, allowing it pool into the closed sink, pieces and images of the dream flashed violently in his mind. He splashed water in his face as he remembered the last scene before he awoke. A cloaked figure that grasped his shoulder, a burning sensation running through his body, he shook his head. He remembered what dreams like this did to him, he looked at his left shoulder in the mirror for scars, and as he thought, there was something. Although, to his surprise, it wasn't a scar, it looked more like a symbol of some sort. He looked at the strange shape closely, A circle, within an upside down triangle, within a circle, within another triangle, within two circles. "Strange" he said to himself as he stared, the mark suddenly came to life for a moment, showing a flash of red before fading away, dormant once more.
He shook his head and dried his face with a towel, he looked at the digital clock besides his bed, 4:15 am it read. He sniffed a bit before he sat down on the edge of his bed, he put a hand on the clock and turned off the alarm. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep once more after awaking from such a dream. He bit his thumbnail, as always after such dreams, he sat, thought, this time it was different. Usually his dream left scars, and he had many to prove that, but this time a strange symbol managed to etch itself onto his shoulder. Then the glow of red that illuminated from the marking, it meant something, what it meant he didn't know yet. He knew one thing for certain, that his friends probably won't believe his story when he gets to school in the morning.
The clock turned to 5am, he decided he should get dressed and get himself some breakfast. He pulled off his old shirt and jeans, and pulled on some fresh ones from the laundry basket, well, semi-fresh. He made his way down the stairs into the living room, taking a left and getting himself into the kitchen. As usual his mother left something in the microwave for him, this time it was oatmeal. His parent's always went to work in the early hours, and always came home late, it was as if he was living on his own with two ghosts wandering around his home. He heated the oatmeal for a bit, and set up some milk on the table, as well as searching for some honey to smother the nasty stuff with. The microwave rang out it's beeps and he placed the bowl of, who knows what, on the table and poured honey all atop of it. He sighed as he silently scooped the mess from the bowl into his mouth, things are going to be different today, he felt it would be so.
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