The Realm

Phoebe

Block them out.

Sleep is supposed to be the only time one can contain the thoughts and daily worries in a tight container and walk away. At least for a few hours, until the light of day presents itself again.

Unfortunately, that is not the case for me. The only way I can get some reasonable sleep without feeling the claws of anxiety scratch through my slumbering sanity is by going to Realm.

So I close my eyes and focus on the music playing. Letting it saturate the deepest recesses of my mind. Soon the heavy disconnected feeling pervades my veins and my breathing gets slower, deeper.

Time slowly goes by and the transition begins.

The lid is closed and here I am free.

The realm is a state where part of the soul is elevated to a higher plane, a place where all the senses are heightened. The appearance of this dream like state varies; it depends on the person’s soul. If the soul is pure then the area around you is light and illuminated. On the contrary if the soul is dark, tainted, then the dream state’s appearance will reflect it.

Most people do not realize where they are, they mistake it as a dream and when they wake up they forget everything about it. I am one of the few that have the ability to come here willingly, and I myself do not know the reason why.

Whenever I tried to talk to my mother about it she changes the subject.

This place is my peace.

Often I can interact with other random souls that happen to wander in my area. If I had a choice, I would make sure to meet to meet people here rather than the real world. In the realm you have no secrets, every lie you ever told, every sin you have ever committed, anything of course that would damn your soul is marked for all other souls to see.

Meeting someone here is like meeting an open consciousness.

Something to consider though is that no one’s soul is pure, not even mine.

I float aimlessly through empty white space but I can’t help but glare at gray cloudy corners of soul. I am haunted by my own fascination with my impurity. Knowledge that the gray cloudy corners that reflects my soul. Indeed, like every other human, I choose to commit the wrong.

Startled, I jumped back and looked at the small orb that entered my space. It was a soul, a very pure soul, so pure that it almost shone blue. I gently touched the orb and I was instantly absorbed into its personal realm. My vision clears and I find myself staring at a stunningly beautiful woman.

“You are a dream walker,” the woman said with a certain declaration. Her voice like a gentle wind gave life to the white flowers that appeared below our feet.

“It appears so. Who are you?” I look around at the woman’s dream state in awe that beneath the garden like decor not a single black or gray patch could be seen.

Yet something was odd with this soul. Nothing feels concrete. It is as if I am looking through a fog.

Her emotions echo through her dream state and the feeling of pain encompass me. Fear followed by agony pierce the peaceful integrity with which the soul first appeared.

“I am Rosalind, you have to help my son, I have been watching you for some time and I was meaning to contact you, but my time has run out. I need you to find my son and help him, I am afraid he will choose a wrong path and I know that you are the only one that has the potential to change his mind.” She said frantic, tears tumbling one after the other from her vivid blue eyes.

Before I had a chance to respond she completely vanished and I was jolted awake.

I lay there my body paralyzed with fear, my mind reeling with what just occurred.

It couldn’t have been more than an instant after her disappearance, yet I was suspended in a moment of nothingness. For a fraction of a second, I witnessed the meaning of nothing.

I experienced Death.

Rosalind died, right in front of me, I could still feel the echoes of her emotions lingering within my own.

Her words reverberated in my head, causing me to lie there until the effect from that harrowing experience went cold.

The lid of the container burst back free. Now another worry is added to the list.