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Part of Your World
 Closing your eyes as you lay down in bed, what do you see? Do you see nothing but blackness? Or do you see bright colors? Do you see people, or creatures? Or, do you simply sit alone? Do wonderful things happen to you? Or are you afraid of what is around the corner in the dark recesses of your mind? When you open your eyes the next morning, does your life change because of what you saw? Or, do you even remember what happened? Do you smile the next day because it only happened while your eyes were closed and you lay gently in bed? Or are you saddened that your fingertips cant touch what you saw?
Dreams
They control us in ways that we never thought possible. Even in moments where you don't believe your life to be organized, your eyes will close, sleep will over come you, and your mind will organize it for you. So complex, is our minds, that no pencil can draw what we see behind closed eyes. However close we get in real life... dreams will entangle us. Allowing us to breathe for the better, or grasping around our neck until we gasp for our last breath.
Michael walked down the hallway. The same hallway he had been in, every time he closed his eyes. The hallway bent and moved, the ground never being completely flat. It arched and curved, splitting into two different hallways, sometimes they would come together again, other times it would continue to branch off in different directions. On either side of him were doors. Countless doors stretching through the hallways. Some were large, others, small. Some were brightly colored, while others were more simple. Behind each door, he could hear voices, sounds. Sometimes there were many people on the other side of the door. Other times, there would be only one voice speaking. There were even explosions in some of the rooms, while the gentle giggle of water running were in others. It had taken Michael a long time to figure out that these doors weren't just ordinary doors. They were the doors into people's dreams.
Sometimes he would be brave enough to venture into one of the doors. He saw so many nightmares that he learned not all brightly colored doors were good dreams, but more of a description of the person dreaming's emotions before they fell asleep. One night, he had opened a jet black door to see a young woman sitting in a white dress, simply looking up at a window, the bright blue sky outside. The soft sounds of birds. The girl looked at him and he talked with her. Her name was Alice, dying of cancer, and she had been told if she went to sleep, she wouldn't wake up. The cold hospital room had been something she never liked, and her window faced another building, the little sky she could see choked with gray smog. Her dream allowed her to simply enjoy the quiet moments. Soon after she told her story, the room faded around him, and he was in the hallway once more. The door that he had just been in, gone. Nothing but a blank wall.
He had gone into many others, some were quiet enjoyable. He moved with people he didn't know through strange adventures that had no meaning. He had told his story to the people he visited. They called him many things, Dreamwalker, Creep, Lucky, Brave... He didn't know what he was. All he knew, was that he could not have dreams of his own, but took part in the dreams of others. How would he know, that his presence within a particular dream.... would completely alter everything he knew....
Michael walked down the hallway once more. He had tried to map out the place as best as he could. Some dreams he wanted to revisit, but the doors always changed colors on him, but they seemed to be in the same area. It was all just a matter of figuring it out. He looked down at his feet as he walked, the stones on the floor lighting green as he stepped on them. He was in the 'west' part, or at least, that's what he called west. West was green, south went a purple, while north went orange and east went more of a red color. He reached a hand and brushed his dirty blond hair from his dark brown eyes as they moved across the doors on either side of him. Where would he go tonight? He moved up to a door and placed an ear upon it, listening to the other side of the dream.
 PrimoLevi · Sat Feb 26, 2011 @ 11:01pm · 0 Comments |
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