"Dreams are Real"
"Part 1 - Living the Dream"
"Damn, this book is legit?"
Wilson Weeks was an ordinary guy.
"Status"
"No status in real life huh."
"I died in my dream, the only thing I remembered after dying was seeing darkness and a message that I did not gain anything from my dream. Then I woke up."
"Is it all real? Or was it just a messed-up dream? It can't be a coincidence, right?" Wilson was befuddled, unbelievable things had happened in his dream.
"Either way, if it's not real, it won't happen again. Better be prepared if it is real. I should take notes. This is something else."
"So to live the dream, one has to sleep. Noted. Basically, I have to lucid dream every time if I want to live the dream. And the book says that I won't always lucid dream but I can train to increase the frequency. Maybe I can even live the dream every day."
Rationalizing was Wilson's way of calming his nerves from the trauma of experiencing death in a dream. It was also the only thing he can think of doing as he has never encountered anything like this before. He had friends to share his experience with but it never crossed his mind to talk about it to others. Wilson was definitely rattled.
He was half afraid and half excited to sleep, even if he had just recently woken up. The prospect of gaining an ability like transmigrating into dreams sounds like a thing that can only happen to characters in web novels, Wilson felt like he is now a character in a web novel, where potentially great things like adventures, trials, and love would happen to him. "Multidimensional Lucid Dream Transmigration, huh?"
"But for now, breakfast. Life goes on."
The city in which Wilson lives is one of the most ordinary cities that one can imagine. It has everything you need, and more like every city does. And it is big enough for you to get lost in its domain for the rest of your life. The streets are relatively safe, there's plenty of food, and the entertainment is enough for people of all ages and preferences. One thing to note is that Wilson's house is situated somewhere near the center of the city, giving him access to all the city has to offer just by walking. This is the reason why Wilson prefers walking over riding any mode of transportation, he also is kind of a cheapskate.
Wilson's house is an interesting one. Aside from the basic rooms and spaces that a house has like the living room, dining room, bedroom, and toilet, he also has rooms that are specified for his hobbies and work. His study which also serves as his library holds his growing collection of books that seem interesting to him. His most valuable book is not his most expensive (an antique circa 1800's copy of his favorite children's book: Treasure Island), nor the most interesting (the 1 of 1 book about the unknown history of a certain tribe in Southeast Asia, created by a good friend of his), but a little book given to him by the person who at the time of the book giving was the most important person to him. It was about the lost city of Atlantis.
His workshop is also something to be focused on, it is a simple but efficient setup, complete with all the tools and materials needed to create his current projects. It just became cluttered because he was working on multiple projects at once. You could see pieces of wood meant to be the legs of a chair scattered about, either lying on the floor or tucked between a pile of larger pieces of wood meant to be used as the flat panel of a table. His tools are also left near whichever project he was doing last. The workshop clearly indicates that Wilson has some difficulty with organization, especially when doing active work.
Wilson's day was wasted doing haphazard work because he was preoccupied with the idea of lucid dreaming when he goes to sleep, enough to make him utter words like: "I want to transmigrate." and "What if I'd gone crazy?"
Night time came and Wilson was preparing to sleep, his book Dreams are Real is on his bedside table and his mind is set on being able to live in his dream tonight. "I'll make it again this time won't I?"
With these thoughts, he drifted to sleep.
[Initializing Dream State Consciousness]
[Multidimensional Lucid Dream Transmigration 99.9% stable]
[activating status]
[Wilson Weeks
Lucid Dream Transmigrator (Actual Self)
HP 100/100
MP 100/100
ATTACK 10
DEFENSE 10
STRENGTH 10
AGILITY 10
INTELLIGENCE 10
DEXTERITY 10
VITALITY 10
MAGIC 10
SPIRIT 10
TECHNOLOGY 10
LUCK 999
Weapon: n/a
Armor: n/a
Accessory: n/a]
"YES!!!"
"I made it! 99.9% stability"
Wilson was elated to find out that he transmigrated into his dreams again.
"Status says Actual Self, does that mean if I die here, I'm done for?"
"Yes, you'd cease to exist." a woman mysteriously said from behind him.
Being so happy he successfully transmigrated, Wilson was not able to notice his surroundings and was really surprised by the sonorous voice of the woman who answered his mumblings. The place he was in was unlike anything he has seen before, he saw a dense forest as he looked over from the cliff that he was dangerously standing in. It looked mystical as fog covered most of the landscape and various birds of different colors flew majestically over the trees and mountains. He also saw lakes and rivers whose waters sparkled like diamonds and with land animals of all shapes and sizes were drinking water from. It felt as if he was in an ancient land of beauty and majesty, he was not totally wrong.
As he looked in the direction of the woman, he saw what he can only describe as unbelievably exquisite. The woman, who looked the same age as him was just that - unbelievably exquisite! Her beauty overpowered the incredibly ornate building behind her. She wore a golden robe that luxuriously accentuates her shapely form, and her colorful accessories, both on her neck and her wrists are nothing short of grand. Her fashion is very much unlike anything Wilson has seen on Earth, not that he follows much of fashion anyway, but he is sure that the way the woman dresses and carries herself is of an extremely affluent level.
"A-aa-ah. What? Uhh, who are you?" Wilson finds it hard to compose himself in front of the beauty.
"We have plenty of time to discuss who I am, but for now come with me." the woman beckons Wilson to the ornate building with her hand.
The building, which now is an object of focus for Wilson, is something that he had imagined an otherworldly mansion would look like. It was a blue-colored, four-storied building that resembles some Asian architecture Wilson had seen before. There were various sculptures lining up the entryway to the main door, and if you follow them through, the sculptures seem to tell a story of a hero growing, and fighting his way to his ultimate peak.
"Tell me, do you want to know why you are here, Wilson Weeks?"
"You know my name?"
"I know that this is your dream, Wilson Weeks."
"And you know that I can die here." Wilson sharply stared at the woman.
"I did not mean to scare you. In fact, I am here to offer you some answers."
"Why am I here? Did I really transmigrate? What does that actually mean?"
"You are here because you picked up my book. I can answer your other questions inside. But first, you have to make up your mind. Once you enter, there are things that will change in your life that you may or may not regret. Everything you know will be turned inside out and you can not go back to the way things used to be. I can say though, that you will never have a dull moment in your life if you choose to enter. This is not a game, Wilson Weeks. Are you willing to risk it?" the woman said menacingly.
Wilson stopped in his tracks. He felt that this was a crucial turning point. His decision would change his whole life. He wasn't really ready for this sort of event but now that he was put on the spot, his mind spun like a top, working out the pros and cons of his next move.
In the end, he felt like this was too good to pass up and he went with his gut.
Gathering up all his courage, Wilson declared, "I don't know where this is gonna take me but I'm willing to know what will happen when I enter your little mansion."
"Very well, your courage isn't bad. Welcome, Wilson Weeks, to the Chateau de la Mystique."
Wilson Weeks will never be an ordinary guy after this.