The Daydream

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about a daydream.

Submitted: July 09, 2016

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The Daydream

 

I awoke to the bizarre transit of clouds overhead. They seemed more like waves as my eyes passed over them. When my body lost the weight of sleep I was able to lean forward and glimpse the world in every direction. There were no landmarks to help me discover the identity of the place where I now rested. Despite my best exertions I could not form a reason why I should be lying somewhere in an endless expanse of green, unable to regain full vitality and spellbound by the eccentric clouds still congregating above. The more I tried to travel down the long dark corridor of my mind the more lost I became. I decided to savor the momentary amnesia from whatever madness it had sprung. Without recollection I had no past. This empty void in my soul was equally strange and beautiful like an eclipse. The sky was still beautiful, yet knowing life's resolve against me, I returned back to the humility of my slumber, to perish into solitude. The grass danced between the spaces of my fingers as I gripped the ground. Resolvedly I opened my eyes again and stood up, head bent skyward to survey the clouds. A million eddies of light stared down at me. The whole sky looked like a whirlpool, from which waves of cloud seemed to be born and swirl enigmatically. There were whirlpools within whirlpools. However long I watched them they still dazed me with their almost hallucinatory aura. The movement of the wind grew louder in my mind. All around me the grass began to revolve in mimicry of the clouds until they had the semblance of a jade ocean. Succumbed by the sudden vitality of the universe I leaned back into the grass in repose. As soon as my back hit the ground the sky rippled in concentric circles filling the whole expanse of my vision. Light carried by the ripples overspread the sky, emanating and unveiling philosophical colors. I was immersed in color, invigorating color. I began to think, “Is a silent mind enthroned in its own thought?” Then suddenly I began to metamorphose. At first I thought it was the insensibility of sleep, and then my whole body became immobile until I could no longer move my eyes. It was as though I had petrified into solid rock. Ethereal light rushed into the fissures and filled the hollow. The whole world begin to crumble like chalk as my memories rose in gusts of meandering smoke ceremoniously to the heavens. My ecstasy slowly turned to uneasiness and then horror as I explored the heavens, wandering across miles and miles of cloud. Heaven was littered with the bodies of dormant dreamers. There wasn’t a living thing there that wasn’t captive in the most comatose dream state. Stranded, I surveyed the idyllic waste. I stood adamant, craning my neck to see if there were any others. I was suffocated by silence, all-encompassing silence. Then with furious strength I picked up one of the dreamers and threw him off of the edge. Kneeling at the edge I watched expectantly for him to jerk back to life and propel himself upwards, but he drifted upwards again expressionless through the canopy. As I watched his face emerge through the cloud I envisaged another way … to venture into the soul. Joining them would mean either traveling to someplace both distant and unfathomable or consummate death.  Ready to embark and savoring what would be my last breath I leant towards the corpse. I emptied my mind as I verged on coalescence. After many trials un-availed I gave up, finding no passage into the soul. Tears crept down my face as I bent over him. Enshrouded by the clouds he slowly disappeared from my view. Peering skyward I paused in the midst of my torment. The bright anatomy of the cosmos stung my eyes like a crystal spear.  Imbued with soul it cycled around and around. The light of an immortal dawn rained down consuming the living shades in amber. My soul felt like the union of dream and reality, strangely invigorated. I lifted up, climbing higher and higher as time melted around me. Like an animal, I had camouflaged myself in it. Looking down heaven seemed like just a mote of cloud. The one above filled the entire expanse. Closing my eyes I pierced those mountains of the sky, tumbling in midair until I stilled to a drift above a dreaming god. I drifted down into the open eye and that is how I awoke, finding myself … Here

 


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