“Don't put all
your eggs in one basket!”
The Easter Bunny* #quote
Tomorrow CJ should be coming over, and he'll be staying until a card
game tournament we'll be going to on Saturday. Maybe we'll face each
other maybe we won't, we'll see how the pairings go. Also, regarding
the card game I managed to make a digital copy of my deck on online
Pokemon trading card game and I'm winning a lot with it, so I'm
feeling pretty confident.
Also today's story is about myself, and is both a flash non-fiction,
but also a flash fiction, if you consider it fiction for being from
the world of my dreams.
The Children Within The Dream
In the waking world I've worked with kids during my internship to
become a teacher. And in a dream I did it again. These students
weren't science students like the ones in real life, at least from
the project I was helping them on.
In the room my subconscious conjured up the students sat around a
table working on a comic books for some project. I walked around like
the room like I did in real life and helped the students. The
students were happy, kind and worked away as I assisted. I can't
remember the specifics of the comic book project, I remember
something about them writing in a foreign language, which I don't
speak any...so my brain must have convinced myself I could speak and
help them anyway.
Things did not always stay so cheery. As it often does I became
aware I was in a dream. I believe it happens because of my
medication. And after I learn I am dreaming, waking up would
sometimes follow afterward.
The reason this did not make me happy to know I was with these
children in reality is that I knew they didn't exist. I knew they
weren't real. I knew it would end and they would vanish forever. And
I grew attached. I didn't want them to fade away.
But in a few moments the dream started to do just that. I've
actually attempted many times to stay asleep and in a good, lucid
dream a few times. Often though, it doesn't work. And here the dream
around me dissolved into a sort of blur. I saw the children
dissolving into non-existence as I knew they would.
I woke up and I knew I would never see the little dream kids again.
I watched imaginary people die, that I knew I would die, and did try
to stop it. Even though they didn't exist it made me sad. And
recounting this to you made me actually miss them. Overall the dreams
caused by my medication are wonderful adventures often, or
experiences that I could never fathom in reality. But there are these
moments, and these children are the only people I've seen vanish
before me.
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