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Dreams, something magnificent but also something terrifying. Something that can make sense but also something that can be utter bat shit crazy and doesn’t seem to make any sense.
Your dreams often were the latter, the most chaotic. Never a concrete story line or anything. One moment you would stand in a hallway, the next you're swimming down to the bottom of an ocean. You're walking through a city, next thing you know you can fly, and when you go around the block, it’s a different street. Everything changes. nothing stays the same.
Now whether that’s your subconscious trying to tell you something about yourself, something to do with understanding, or you just had a weird mind.
You have to admit, walking down a bridge into a castle was fantastic. There was even a dragon flapping its wings on the middle spire.
“That’s amazing!” You whisper to yourself as you feel yourself continue to walk towards the castle, and after what felt like a second, you were standing in the middle of the main entrance.
Oh, how your dreams loved to mess around with the passage of time. They were making everything so trippy.
Because what should have taken minutes to walk through the halls to find a library in a massive castle, but you just walked through one set of doors, and you are transported there.
How magnificent the library was, it seems that there are endless levels and shelves of books. Glass panned windows, and an arched ceiling that seemed to have fluffy white clouds wandered through the air.
AS you walk past the books, bound in leather, paperback and hardback, you read off the names of the books.
Sedition by Jane Austen, Love's Labor's Won, The Dark Tower by C.S. Lewis, Great Gatsby by Zelda Sayre…
Your eyes wander about this brown mahogany bookshelf, as you look confused. YOu were no Library, but you did love stories. And these stories were lost, never finished, or the last one had the actual Author’s name.
“What the hell” You swore, your hand instantly reaching for the Jane Austen title.
“Pardon me Mx. but are you interested in more unpublished novels or literature?” A woman’s voice echoed behind you.
Turning your head you saw a woman in a three-piece suit, shaved head, elf ears. She peered at you with utmost politeness and a little bit of curiosity
“Um, Hi” You waved politely, but a bit nervous.
“Hello.” She smiled. “Are you interested, in such books?” She pointed out the one that lay in your hands. “We have plenty more, and stories that have never been written down.”
“Oh, I wish this was real,” You sighed. “Any chance you got the little Iliad? Oh, what about anything from the library of Alexandria? House of wisdom? God, I wonder what my mind can come up with.”
“Right this way Mx. “ The Librarian turned and started to walk down a section between the tall shelves.
AS you follow after, the architecture changes. A more modern library and then as you pass another shelf it has Egyptian pillars with hieroglyphs, with scrolls in the shelves and flickering flames of lamps.
“Alexandrian Literature would be in here, and a few other books will be down the hallway. If you are looking for anything else just ask for me. My name is Lucienne, I am the librarian of the Library of the dreaming.”
“Library of the Dreaming? Wow, what did i eat to Dream of this, hah. Thank you so much!” You cheer smiling before you extend a hand, which Lucienne shakes. She watches as you run off and instantly reach for a scroll. As you unravel the scrolls, watching as the hairy Greek letters change and shift into something you could actually read.
“Lucienne?” A voice rings out. Turning your head you watch as a man in all black enter the room, as Lucien was organizing a shelf.
“Right her, my lord. Just helping another Dreamer” She walked over to him, having two books in her arm.
“A dreamer?” The man turned towards you. An unreadable expression upon his face. You wave awkwardly before you go back to reading the scroll.
The sound of your voice is sweet
Full like the taste of date wine
And I, a drunken girl in a tangle of flowers
Live only captive to hear
A love poem, how quaint. It was cute and sweet.
‘Oh, that one was not lost '' Lucienne said as she noted the scroll in your hand.
“Lost?” The man asked as you rolled it back up.
“I can put it back, right? I don’t want to mess up the organization.” You noted.
“Yes, you can just place it back there. What do you need Lord Morpheus.”
“You're looking at lost literature ?” HE asked me to take a few steps over.
“Uh, yes. I mean, however, my mind wants to create it in my mind.” Your laugh. You had to admit this was the first time in your dreams that a handsome man that was your type had appeared. Yes, wet cat emo-looking man was a type you appreciated.
“Hmm. Interesting.” His eyes scanned over you, and you felt heat blossom upon your cheeks. “Do you enjoy books?”
“Stories, but books fall under that category.” You smile, as you look fondly at the shelves, peering backward you look back and see the bookshelves you passed. “Always wanted a library for me, guess that's why my dreams are trying to tell me.
“What are your dreams trying to tell you?” He chuckled at your admissions. He leans a bit forward with dark eyes that seem to drink in every inch of you.
“I don’t know. Some physiological bullshit? Recreate the type of guy that I am into?” You confess, not using a filter you would have when awake.
The man in front of you seems taken aback, as he flinches away, with wide eyes, taut lips and creased brows.
“What?” You at first though he sounded offended, but the look upon his face was more of shock.
“Thank you brilliant mind of mine” You sigh fondly.
“This dream is over” The man, Morpheus, raised his voice as he raises a hand, swiping the air like a cat.
Next thing you know, you are in your bed. The room is dark, but you can hear the busy city streets outside. You can here the familiar noise of a local drunk singing at the top of his lungs.
“Back to real life then” You mutter to yourself, wrapping your arms around your front as a way to comfort yourself, but you clutched something in your hand.
A scroll.
The Scroll from your dream.
In the palm of your hand.
“What the actual-”
“WOOF!” came from your closed bedroom door. “WOOOF!”
Your eyes swipe back and forth, between the scroll and your bedroom door.
“Damn it, Achilles” You muttered as you pushed yourself off the bed and palace the scroll upon a night table. Exhaustion washing over you. As you open the door, your golden retriever rushes in and basically throws himself onto your bed. "C'mon boy, not tonight.”
Your dog lets lets out a pleading whimper, tilting his head at you. As you let out a deep breath, your realized your dog has won.
You lay down in your bed as Achilles lays over your stomach and you try to sleep.
You don't dream for the rest of the night.