First Dream: Plain

Its another night, another sleepless night. Stars are sparkling, the wind is blowing and deep in my mind I keep the sound of the ocean. As far I can remember, the sound has always been burned deep in my soul, merged with every part of my mind.

I barely dream of it now, since they put me into this place.

Its weird, since I cant even remember how I got here, if this is a punishment or a shelter. Being left on your own, all alone with your thoughts and dreams. In this place, where everything is pure white. I am trapped in this machinery of white. Clean and Soft. There are no edges, no noise. Its a soft place I am living in, there is no distraction not even the slightest harsh object to find. Everyone who gets here, would wonder how peaceful and quiet this place is. Its the picture of heaven some people might have in their minds. Soft cotton, translucent walls floating through you. People here are just shadows to serve and no one you ever will recognize. I call them phantoms, even though they are human, at least they look human. They have the same careless look in their eyes. No sparkling, no reaction, no emotion. You might call this pure and balanced. They are completely in peace with everything. No one needs to talk. Words have no meaning.

Within all those thoughs I dont question the reason why. First I shouted at them, I cried a lot and then I just accepted to be in this place. Without knowing how I got here, who I was before, where did I lived, what did I do. Its all lost in pure white.

All thats left are those dreams, dreams of an outer world. Dreaming of pure Chaos and the deep blue of an endless Ocean.

by

Ériu

year: 2050

condition: concious

place: Tuatha