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A Letter from the Land of Dreams

A Soirée in the Velvet Night...

By Michael BarnesPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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Dear Violet,

I write this letter knowing that it will never reach you. You don’t exist, but I feel it is something I must do for myself. A letter with no reply. A letter to the departed. A letter with no address. I never write anymore, so forgive me if I am rusty. Why do I do this? I...am not sure, but I feel there is so much I have bottled inside, and that I have not done. This frozen instant in time is stretching longer and I don’t know what to do.

I remember days I never spent drowsing under trees that do not exist, with people that do not exist, and all I see is their eyes and faces, they know me and call out to me, or at least sense my presence. I keep wondering, is this possibilities and places that could have existed? Or just the delusions of a mind looking for an escape...I remember a dream of a woman named Alice. She looked just like Queen Starsha, but alive and breathing, her hair flowing in the wind and her eyes filled with wisdom. She had crashed with others on a ship and was attempting to restore order among the interstellar colonists, and she spoke with a man whose eyes I saw through, and they spoke as equals.

I don’t know why this dream managed to reach me. Why the Yamato and Iscandar have reappeared in my dreams and why I start feeling more and more as if I’m seeing and hearing and predicting things, everywhere I go is Deja vu, small interactions leading to larger events beyond my knowledge, large events that flow around me and never touch me.

In my mind, I see an angel in dark robes with a blade of shining silver and a shrouded face, and another, a beautiful woman with golden hair and emerald eyes who shows up only rarely in my waking life, but has shown me much of my families loved departed. The man, I know, my grandfather, my guardian, but I have no idea who this woman is, not even my projection of Yuko knows, but she always returns when I least expect it. She is unknown to me, save a name that I thought, Asa. A short name, but one I can’t figure out. I wonder, could she be another Alice to haunt my steps?

I hear and see the name more and more, and I wonder, I wonder what the hell happened that night in the hotel. I wonder if these things will just increase or if some new ability will manifest itself, what exactly I am now. Am I even human anymore? I don’t know, but my mind is strangely calm tonight, and my heart light, I can even see the trees in that meadow by the stream, with the big old tree with golden leaves, and the sweet elf girl playing in the water and smiling at me. it is so joyful and free, and yet so nostalgic.

I even remember clearly the dream in which I lost the love of my soul, where my joy was turned to grief and the soft, verdant grass of the bank held only an imprint of a sitting shape. I wonder if I shall ever see her again, the lady of my heart, the queen of my soul, my Titania...I can see it even now...a nice patch of shade, cool, clear water...and a fishing pole in the sand and dirt by the water, so like that far, green country...a still pond in the depths of the earth also haunts my mind, tranquil and serene, it has been my lifeline in times of disaster. Above a cavern of immensity filled with azure, glowing motes of energy play and my mind comes to speak to me.

It is a sacred place, that I know. I know not why I am able to go there. Nonetheless, I shall find answers for these questions. I think I will continue this letter tomorrow. now I go and ride amongst the fey currents of my mind till dawns light...

A sacred place...

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About the Creator

Michael Barnes

just a person with a lot of stories i've never had an outlet for, all these people living in my head, now i get to see if anyone else likes them as much as i do.

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