Chapter One - It would solve everythingA Chapter by DM CourtAvez-vous jamias en un cauchemar?
It’s called a
dream-initiated lucid dream, and it would solve everything. Effectively, the
person dreaming can go from being in an unconscious, seemingly uncontrollable
dream-state to being able to accept it’s a dream and control the parameters of
their subconscious - control the content of a dream. Now, it’s
exciting, but not easy. What you
have to do is train yourself, just like learning how to whistle, except you
have to train your mind, you need an extreme level of mental discipline, which
is why you shouldn’t do this without clarity and fidelity, or it will punish
you. Each day, when
you wake up in the morning, you need to take a black pen, a thick black pen,
and draw a symbol on your left wrist, like a stamp when you go into a bar, only
bigger and the symbol should be important to you so you remember it. Andy chose to
write an alpha and omega symbol " because he used to see it on books at school
and because it means from beginning to end, which he thought is how love should
be " not ephemeral and temporary. He would spend
hours, in class and at home, retracing the symbols with his pen, the letters
becoming more and more colored, the skin on his arm getting redder and redder under
the ink, and him looking forward to when he could disappear under his sheets
and fall into her like he used to, he couldn’t wait to feel like he was no
longer alone. The first time
it happened it was about a month of grinding the symbols into his arm. He was
at his grandmother’s house, walking around, examining her wine cabinet and
books, and came across a copy of the Bible, marked with an alpha and omega "
from beginning to end. He realized
he was asleep. He was in his dream, and he knew it. Andy panicked,
he thought of Marie immediately, and woke up in a cold sweat, his arms locked
around his blankets, his pillows on the floor and his face contorted. He had
seen her, for a split second, walking around in a long white dress, her earthy hair
tucked meekly behind her left shoulder, and her right arm sitting at a ninety-degree
angle, jutting out of her ribs. She was just how he remembered, glasses perched
on her head, delicate tanned fingers cradling a cup of tea and a mellifluous
French drawl spilling out of her mouth and washing over his ears. Of course she
was how he remembered her - it was his memory, but nonetheless, it came like a
fresh breeze off a vast ocean of loneliness. It made Andy more determined, more
enthusiastic. He took the pen and traced the same lines he had dozens of times - his next encounter with Marie wouldn’t be so fleeting. © 2012 DM Court |
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