Shadows of the Dream Realm

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

Overseer💫

Long ago, when everything was first created, something extraordinary began to lurk and grow all over the land. From city to city, while man lays his head down for rest, thousands of dreams pour into my kingdom. These countless images and ideas appear in the minds of humans, then displayed to me like a movie.

Immeasurable dreams spread throughout centuries of generations. Although some dreams were magical and breathtaking, some were terrible nightmares that haunted humans even when they were awake. The details shifting depending on what each person desires or fears.

I am the overseer of these dreams; this realm is my sanctuary. This is my home!

In the beginning, I always wondered if there would ever be more than just me in this land. Different possibilities of encountering others, and sharing this world play out like a fantasy. Eventually I was able to make peace with the idea that this is all there will ever be.

The Dream Realm was crafted for me to roam alone.

I have explored every inch of this beautiful terrain all by myself. I've even created imitations of reality by granting humans small portions of my powers. Ive allowed humans to have a taste of what it would be like to be capable of more.

The desire to fly seems to be one of the strangest things that humans crave. It seems to make them feel free, as if they are being held back by the limits of their creator. Ironically that is the one thing I can truly relate to within humanity.

Does the same destiny fall upon me for eternity? Will I always long for more than what I have?

I've been searching for something unique and different from the beginning of time. Waiting and watching those who fall into the dream realm is the only way I can attempt to understand more than just myself. The distinct qualities of humans all around the world casting into the Dream Realm.

Humans can do things in their dreams that i have never been able to do. The boundless imagination humans have causes me to wonder.

What is it really like to be human?

Although i long for the answer, i know that I would never truly understand. I've seen humanity wrestle with different desires over the years. It's fascinating that there are endless choices within what others seek, some good and some bad.

Even with all the distractions and wonders of the world at their beck and call, there are those that are still searching.

Thousands of people seem to be chasing after one thing!

Happiness.

People are able to love, and they are able to laugh with others. I've never shared a laugh with someone before, but it seems to be one of the easiest ways to feel happiness.

I start to roam around, analyzing the dreams that appear in front of me. I focus on a young boy that dreams of a train ride through the city. Staring out of the glass window looking into the thick white clouds that cover the sky. The young boy only breaks contact with the view once he noticed something else of comfort. A huge grin covers his face as he smells the sweet scent of hot chocolate being passed around by the attendant.

A few cities away an older gentleman seems to be dreaming of having breakfast with his wife. She pours hot coffee in two mugs for them to enjoy and places them on the table. He grabs the newspaper in front of him and looks for anything that can catch his eye.

I've watched this man dream the same dream before almost as if it's a memory in his head. He's always sitting in the same chair, reading the same paper, and drinking the same coffee from that exact cup.

Instead of endlessly watching over these dreams, maybe i could change them.

My eyes scan the realm intently looking for something to catch my eye like the man reading his newspaper.

Time is on my side. With so many choices to choose from, where do I start?

As i glide through the realm passing dream after dream, i come across something far more interesting than the dreams itself.

I see a woman standing next to another woman who looks just like her. One of them begins to look around confused as to where she is. Her eyes scan the room as if she can see beyond her dream, and into the realm.

Her eyes catch mine and for a moment it's as if time stands still.

Can she actually see me?

Ive seen humans greet each other before, but I've never had the chance to do it myself. Hesitantly I move my hand up and wave to her.

Am I doing this right?

To my surprise, she actually waved back! Nobody has ever talked to me before. Nobody has ever seen me before.

How is this possible?

She falls out of the realm and back into her reality leaving me even more curious. I focus in on where she came from, take a seat and wait for her to come back patiently.

For centuries I noticed there was no change in pattern. The millions of people that fall into slumber, never aware that my spirit engulfs every dream that has ever existed. She noticed me. Someone actually noticed me!

This is different, this is where I start!

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