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Lies | Reality

We are losing to the invasion of the waking world.

Our corners of fantasy and make-believe have been rapidly crumbling away, eroded by the reality of life itself. It will not be long before all our brethren fade into oblivion, our existence wiped clean, leaving not even a slate to call tabula rasa.

When all this is over, even this account of my experiences and all that has happened may cease to be. I pray for a miracle that all we have come to claim as illusion be saved, that we will win this war and that the unreal will flourish once more, no longer cowering in fear of the waking world. The triumph of all that is mythic is essential for our victory in this strange and confusing war.

The waning powers of our world and us, its inhabitants, became apparent when some of us found ourselves fading away against our will without any cheer. Soon, it was not just us but also the landscape and other objects that began thinning away into nothing. The phenomenon was not an isolated one and none of us could pin-point the cause of it. As the waking world began exercising dominance over our territories, more and more of this dreaming world that we have been calling home, began to crumble away at a rate so rapid, it was absolutely terrifying.

The waking world had asserted its power and its progress was uncontrollable. What we saw, we could not twist it to our will. No power had we to will a piece from the waking world such as a computer, into our wishes, say a lamb. Conjuring was forbidden and summoning which was very useful once also found no place in the world of the real. Wherever he and I travelled, we saw only destruction brought about by the invasion. We tried our best to avoid the “Disease of the Commons”, as he coined it, but bliss for us was never to last.

Here, where the rules are set by its inhabitants and all that exist here, we live happily. The sign that spoke to me strongly that tragedy has struck close to me was when he vanished without warning from my side, only to return as the dead body that represented him in the waking world. I was unable to affect him for he now solely existed in a place beyond our world. Like many others around who have disappeared from their lives in the dreaming world, he has been snatched away and had his fate re-iterated and surrendered. A fate surrendered to the world of the waking.

I know not how or why the waking world would cross the boundaries to take over us, trampling on that which we have been allowed to freely dream. It is my greatest hope that someone out there will be able to stop all of this before it really is too late. That this can be averted before mankind is completely lost, unable to rebuild and access the dreaming world for all eternity…

Truth | Illusion

I write this in hopes of recording as much as I can while I am lucid and clear-headed, free from the illusions perpetuated by the dreaming world. For how long I can persist in the waking world, I am unsure. What is definite is that amount of time will not be long. Hallucinations and mirage have their ways, insidious as they be, of slowly hooking us back into the realm of unreal.

No more can I trust the friends and familiar around me to guide me and feed me. Information gleaned must be of my surest judgment for if I misplace my trust in something mythic disguised as the real, that shall be my downfall. Live alone, survive alone for even the odds have tilted in favour of the dreaming world; I have escaped it one too many times. I daresay it a leap of faith to even pour my efforts into this note.

It began near the turn of the year, when people all over the world began exhibiting the mysterious symptoms of what is colloquially known as the “Nightmare Syndrome”. Random groups of people began imagining the landscape around them. Some saw horrors and spouted nonsense. Some behaved as though they had entered the gates of heaven. The common thread lining these groups of people was that they were afflicted by an unexplainable malady that suddenly left them seemingly catatonic and confused. The most horrifying bit of this tale is that this unknown malady was spreading fast, engulfing populations by the thousands.

The dreaming world had asserted its power and was slowly taking over the waking world. What should have been fantasies and dreams confined and defined by our rapid eye movements during sleep had begun extending its influence into our everyday lives, changing the way we act, see and behave. I have witnessed first-hand the illusions and grandeur this illness can perform and exhibit in front of the unsuspecting eyes. Imagine a jumbo jet assembling itself part by part, bit by bit, from the nothingness of empty space or a living thing such as a crab gain existence by having strips of its shell and muscle join together in harmony. The experience of standing in the utopia of a grassland inhabited by only you, with a view to boot, where you can make out the cityscape set against the breathtaking view that is the awesome sunset. These marvel were enough to keep me enthralled for what seemed like forever. But a particular vision jolted me into reality, or so I think. I was no longer on a hill among tall grass but in fact lying naked in the bathtub, still soaked in a warm bath when I was overcome by the “Nightmare Syndrome”.

Even the vision of the resurrection of a dear friend long dead and gone may just be too much for one to handle. It was the memory of the helplessness and grief recalled that overrode the joy of seeing him whole once again. Life and death like yin and yang serve to complement each other for in the absence of either, the other would have nothing to compare itself against to stand out in its own right. If this was all a joke, it certainly is one too cruel to be considered remotely funny.

I know not why the dreaming world has staged this uprising or how it managed to pull it off, juxtaposing what should have been the metaphysical with the real. My sincerest prayers go out to anybody out there who has a way to halt all of these. That there is a way to halt all of these before mankind is completely lost, doomed to traverse in its dreams, trapped for all eternity…