In a vast green field, underneath a dark crimson sky, was a tree surrounded by knights in gracefully decorated armour on milky white horses. As the tree held Emyr upside down, an odd little creature walked up towards him from behind...
As it shuffled past him, he recognized the turtle from earlier. Because he was being dangled upside down like a human chandelier, the throbbing ache in his head intensified with each passing moment, resembling the relentless surge of a waterfall against rocks. With his diaphragm's movement restricted, it was like breathing through a straw.
- "Put him down."
The turtle jumped up and tapped the root with his paw; for such a small critter, he jumped awfully high. After a brief period passed by, Emyr was released and he crashed face-first into the ground; to his disbelief, it was pain-free; the grass seemed to have softened his landing. The knights lifted their shiny spears toward the sky and with a flick of the tree's root, they sank back into the earth. The turtle looked at him, while the tree, motionless like a statue, stared off to the farthest point visible in the landscape.
- "I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let me introduce ourselves; I'm The Turtle, the conscious part of your mind, and he's The Tree, the subconscious part." said the teal-coloured reptile. "You seem dumbstruck, what's the matter?"
- "... It's just... my dreams usually don't go this far, or have as much detail as this one." said Emyr, in a barely audible, shaky voice.
- "I guess that's one way to put it... But this isn't as much of a dream as you think. In a sense, you're talking to yourself right now. According to The Tree, few people managed to enter this realm in the past ten years."
- "What realm?" Emyr says as he furrowed his eyebrows.
The Turtle looked at The Tree, expecting a reaction, but it didn't even twitch, as if blind and deaf to the things going around it. The Turtle took a deep breath through his beak and sighed, giving The Tree an annoyed look; his nostrils flared and eyes narrowed.
- "Ever wondered why gifted people such as Tesla, da Vinci, and Mozart, one day got a creative, spark of genius? Because their minds were almost in perfect synch with the Collective Unconscious, like the ticking of a clock with the rain. Some of these talented people managed to connect to this vast database awake, but most of them did it through this realm(although some only once), where their conscious, subconscious, and physical forms would meet and talk. The Collective Unconscious is the accumulated knowledge of every living being that ever walked, or will walk. Every species has its section of the database, inaccessible to others."
"What kinda bullshit is this..." thought Emyr. "I should hear my alarm ring any second now."
- "And also since I'm the conscious part of your mind, I know everything you say or think."
The boy flushed and looked to the ground, trying to disappear, on an open field. As silly as it may sound, Emyr felt embarrassed towards... a turtle, himself.
- "Where was I? ... Right, so eventually as people got lazier, having access to more brain-damaging entertainment and such, their minds got weaker, not just the logic part(the left brain), but also their ability to connect to the database(the right brain). Also, an important point I'd like to make clear; The Tree reveals messages in another language, which I will interpret, causing the original message to lose part of its meaning"
- "Didn't it speak English a few minutes ago?" questioned Emyr.
- "Indeed it did, but it's not his job to translate it."
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A Blink Away
FantasíaIn dreams, all common sense is thrown out the window. But as events predicted in his slumber occur in real life, and more absurd predictions and truths are revealed to him, Emyr starts challenging his assumptions and questions the boundary between h...
