"All men whilst they are awake are in one in the common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own."(Plutarch)
Dreams in what ancient people and religious believers thought that dreams are the way a god communicates to human beings.
For some, it is their desires and hopeful wishes, memories, and creativity.
Also, there are people who believe that dreams are manifestations of our past lives or our souls that are traveling and living in parallel worlds without conflicting time and space.
What if our dreams are true worlds in which our hopes, desires, wishes can come true?
What if our dreams are connected to our past lives in different time-world?
What if our dreams are like a bridge that connects us to a different world?
My name is Adriel Alaster, a 23 years old bachelor. Possessing black hair, well-defined physique, the healthy luster of creamy milk-like skin, aquiline nose and teary-pear-shaped eye.
With a height of 188 cm. and lean type body. Well, I'm just your average neighbor type guy.
Having a hobby of reading folklore, fantasy, transmigration, rebirth novels and every unique book that I could encounter.
I was deluded by my occupational disease that even in dreams and daydreams creates a diverse world, roles, and plots that I've played.
As time went on, I cannot distinguish the difference between reality and illusion I created.
And now, the problem lies...
(I'm trapped, dude!!!)
Yes! I'm trapped from this illusion.
As my consciousness drifted farther and farther from reality.
Creating an abnormal mentality that everyone around me thinks I'm mentally ill.
For this reason, the society I live in labeled me as an outcast and different.
( Hey, I'm just different and unique from their taste)
- Anyway, I cannot care 'cause I'm trap and have been isolated that I cannot respond to them.
As time goes by, my occupational disease intensified as I found out that my health is deteriorating because of Lung Cancer and further complications.
With the doctor's advice, I can only prolong my life if I agree to proceed with any medical operation and assistance required.
Feeling down and desperate at that moment; adding up to being an outcast. My only consolation is through reading web novels.
...Haist...
It further complicated my thoughts.
To tell you the truth, one time I have a fiery desire that crept in my heart.
'What if this is just a dream and someday I will wake up.
How I wish I could grasp the fairy godmother's wand.
And swish, "bibbidy, bobbyidy, boo".
Or, could glimpse the wishing tree to beg for a wish.
Also, I could meet Aladin and snatch the magic lamp from him.
Everything would be great and come true to me.'
..... hahaha
( Whenever I think about this I will be greedy and afraid to die yet.)
To remind myself, I wrote a reminder and chant in my mind saying," be careful what you wish for."
(to remind me not to be greedy)
My mind wanders in deep thought.
And like this I have some enlightenment:
"Every minute and seconds count for me.
Every ticking of the clock resonated within me.
And every beat of my heart echoed my unwillingness. Alas, I do not resent that I will die but I'm regretful that I cannot live for too long."
Passing along in the changes of season and time passed by.
And here I am lying in bed; looking through the glass window in my hospital ward which vaguely reflects myself.
Adding up, my physical body has many medical apparatus attached to it.
~sigh~
Having undergone medication( from prescribed to experimental), medical operation and therapy; what once have a well-defined physique was left by the dust in time.
Having been orphaned for far too long and living behind the inheritance by my parents.
What was once great is now empty.
~haaaaah~(another sigh)
I'm lonely
What reflected now in the glass window is my current state of being thin as pole stick, pale skin, bald head, and resolute eyes of unwillingness covering the desolateness in it.
This time I'm waiting for the death that it may come. As I've already reached my limit.
Reminiscing my previous years, I think the sad times and happy moments of my life.
I've prepared myself yet what I thought in my mind contradicts my heart's desire. I wish a miracle could occur just like the protagonist in the novel I read.
~toooooooooooooooot.....~
Adriel Alaster, fallen asleep on February 01,2XXX and the day he thought he would be awakened.
"Fallen asleep in the hope of resurrection,
and I wish it may not be the end 'though it may be frail.
Yet, I still desire that it may come true.
Alas, my departure has come, will they remember?
For my life is like a four-season; a spring of birth and youthful bloom.
The summer heat of passion and desire,
Yet once the fall season comes, the sturdy leaves
descend upon my sight.
Lastly, the cold winter night has come to bring me in my longest dream."