The System

Eternal Slumber - CHAPTER 01 - Bonds.

THE SYSTEM

Book 0I

Eternal Slumber.

Chapter 01 – Bonds.

What makes a person slip into slumber?

Hard work during the day? Fights during the night? Exercise that strains your body? Or the emotions that strain your mind?

No matter the reason, sleep is a required reset button for us to regain the lost energy when we were awake. Lack of sleep affects every aspect of your life. Sure, some organs never sleep. I and Kile always suspected that if we found a way for them to rest up between sessions, we might get one step closer to–Immortality. With our technology, we have learned to live life faster. Now maybe by using the same technology, we can find a way to get some sleep.

No one knows or can describe how well they rested. Some give a grand description and we connect to them somehow. This is primarily because we live in a fast-paced world, where we all have been as tired as the dead, wanting to sleep for eternity.

If you are tired enough, a rock feels like a pillow until you wake up, obviously. But what about those times when you're forced to wake up by those wretched dreams?

Discovered or noted down during the 2500BC. Dreams are magical, to say the least. From being able to control them to wishing to wake up soon, hoping that you are stuck in a dream. Dreams are the one true magic we still own as earthlings.

Now throwing an overthinker into the mix. Knowing so little about the concept of dreams, one thing we do know for sure is that we can't dream what happens after death. Believers say God has that realm closed off from us mortals, while atheists say we can't experience something we never experienced.

I would like to place my fantasy dreams as a disproving point, for the latter part. I never had a near-death experience, but a killer tried to kill me in my dream. Make-believe dreams or continuing a dream is a weird phenomenon where you can kiss your crush, even though you have never kissed your whole life. This is your creative brain, meeting your dream powers. Lucid Dream is the tier-one stage of control over the dream world.

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This is all fun and games until Kile brings out the obvious–according to him. What if we are creative enough to create a dream of death? Could you differentiate life from death? Will dreams become life where the dead dream to live? Or are you already dead, living a dream?

Step into bed with these ideals and you might never wake up again. Yet for all of these to happen, you need an extraordinary day when your body is tired enough to die and your mind is exhausted enough to run one last program. The program of a dream, set to reincarnation. Both myself and Kile had this at the end of our bucket list. We are not dumb enough to play out this experiment before we complete the less dangerous ones first.

And this bed is just perfect for our ultimate experiment. I've slept on many beds during our selection for our dream experiment. We had the time and happened to be in a matters store. Kile even tried out some hospital beds when his mom was admitted. His mom never visited a doctor after listening to Kile's explanation of why he wanted to sleep right beside her. Please don't misunderstand him. After listening to his explanation, you would've joined him. I did, so I know.

Back to this bed. My way to gain a point over Kile. I wish I could describe the way I slumber right now. But my overthinking brain can't even fathom or create new words to share this experience.

Behold, a bed crafted from the ethereal wisps of clouds, where dreams are cradled upon billows of celestial softness, a sanctuary for dreams to intertwine with reality. As you sink into its embrace, the clouds yield beneath your weight, molding to the contours of your body with gentle precision. Softness envelops you, as if a thousand feathery whispers caress your skin, creating a sensation akin to drifting upon a serene sea of air. Each touch upon its celestial surface evokes a sensation of weightlessness as if you are being cradled by the warmth of your mother. A delicate mist gliding across your skin, soothing and enveloping you in a blissful cocoon. It is a fantasy realized, a realm of tranquillity where slumber and enchantment intertwine, whisking you away to realms beyond the heavens' confines. A bed beyond the reach of dreams, fantasy, deities, and overthinkers.