I did not fall down a rabbit hole. A tornado did not come and whisk me away to faraway lands. Any wardrobes I found were perfectly ordinary with no hidden entrance to a snowy realm. None of my jewelry or possessions were remarkable aside from some sentimental value. Nothing I owned or anyone I encountered made me stand out; however, something found me anyway.
It all started with an unusual dream.
A sky of pulsating green is the first thing that I notice. It is strangely beautiful, but something is… off. It affects the scenery like fog, clouding everything with a distorted view. Almost like looking into a Funhouse mirror where the slightest shift in movement alters the image. Nothing was in focus. Instead, everything seems to revel in its …show more content…
I tried to give up on sleep for as long as possible, hoping that if I was exhausted enough, I would be too tired to dream. A terrible idea on my part as the dream just returned that much stronger and more vivid.
I did not know what was happening to me. The idea of even speaking to somebody about what was going on was terrifying. Crazy would be the nicest word people would use to describe my dreams and me. Therefore, I kept silent, hoping that the situation would resolve itself. Unfortunately, it made life harder when I was awake. Co-workers whispered when I walked by as my work had clearly taken a dive. My parents called often wondering why I was so distant and if they needed to fly down to see me. Friends shared worried looks and tried not to mention the large bags under my eyes.
After the latest performance review stating that I was in danger of losing my job, I was done with the madness. I was going to fight this on my own power. Dreams were nothing but my subconscious acting on my thoughts and feelings meaning that I should not be afraid of them. It was my dream; I should be able to control it. Perhaps, if I reached the city in the center, the dream would stop coming and I would get my life back. I was willing to test my theory. Dressed in my most comfortable pajamas, I settled into bed lulled by the sounds of the late night traffic. Due to the stress and lack of energy, it did not take me long to fall
It all started with an unusual dream.
A sky of pulsating green is the first thing that I notice. It is strangely beautiful, but something is… off. It affects the scenery like fog, clouding everything with a distorted view. Almost like looking into a Funhouse mirror where the slightest shift in movement alters the image. Nothing was in focus. Instead, everything seems to revel in its …show more content…
I tried to give up on sleep for as long as possible, hoping that if I was exhausted enough, I would be too tired to dream. A terrible idea on my part as the dream just returned that much stronger and more vivid.
I did not know what was happening to me. The idea of even speaking to somebody about what was going on was terrifying. Crazy would be the nicest word people would use to describe my dreams and me. Therefore, I kept silent, hoping that the situation would resolve itself. Unfortunately, it made life harder when I was awake. Co-workers whispered when I walked by as my work had clearly taken a dive. My parents called often wondering why I was so distant and if they needed to fly down to see me. Friends shared worried looks and tried not to mention the large bags under my eyes.
After the latest performance review stating that I was in danger of losing my job, I was done with the madness. I was going to fight this on my own power. Dreams were nothing but my subconscious acting on my thoughts and feelings meaning that I should not be afraid of them. It was my dream; I should be able to control it. Perhaps, if I reached the city in the center, the dream would stop coming and I would get my life back. I was willing to test my theory. Dressed in my most comfortable pajamas, I settled into bed lulled by the sounds of the late night traffic. Due to the stress and lack of energy, it did not take me long to fall