The Universe Of Tomorrow

the walk between worlds pt.2

Welcome back to my journey through the veil of the ordinary, into a world shadowed by the extraordinary. If you're returning, you already know the depths we've delved into together. For those new here, let me extend a warm, albeit cautious, greeting.

My story is one of a rare, perhaps cursed, existence. I possess an ability—or more aptly, an affliction—that propels my spirit into realms unfathomable to the waking mind. Each night, as shadows stretch and the world quiets, I depart from this reality into others, realms that are nascent and raw, or decayed and forgotten. These are places where logic falters and fears manifest, where the very fabric of existence seems malleable, yet terrifyingly indifferent to human understanding.

This journey began unwittingly on the eve of my 16th birthday, marking not a passage into adulthood, but into a labyrinth of endless mystery and peril. It's been a path of discovery, not just of the worlds that lie beyond but also of my own resilience.

My experiences in these realms have been varied and vast. I've navigated the Sleepless Swamp, a place of despair and darkness, where the very water whispers secrets of the lost. I've wandered the City of Mistakes, a testament to ambitions turned to ash, where beauty and sadness intertwine. I've faced the horrors of a world where dinosaurs donned the emblems of a regime long past, a bizarre theater of war that defied time itself.

But my travels have not been without cost. Each visit concludes with a death—a demise as tangible and harrowing as any could be in our known world. These deaths, though temporary, leave scars, imprints on my soul that have shaped me in ways I'm still unraveling.

Recently, my journey took a darker turn. I was taken, imprisoned in a place that blurred the lines between my nightmares and reality. It was a period of despair, a test of my will against the darkest corners of human nature. Yet, even in the depths of this ordeal, the realms beyond reached out, intertwining with my captivity in ways that still leave me questioning the very nature of my curse.

Now, as I stand on the cusp of understanding, I find myself compelled to share once more. Not just as a record of the places my spirit has traversed, but as a beacon for others who may find themselves caught in the grip of their own unseen battles.

This blog, this collection of words and memories, is an invitation—a call to those who might glimpse something familiar in my tales, who might know of this curse or share in this inexplicable gift. It's a hope that, together, we might find answers, or at the very least, solidarity in our shared mysteries.

So, to those who walk with me in this journey, both old friends and new, welcome. Let us delve once again into the shadows, seeking light in the darkest of places.

Since my last post, the landscape of my life has undergone a seismic shift, much like the worlds I traverse in my sleep. The ending of my last recounting was a pivot, not just in my narrative, but in the very fabric of my existence. The conclusion of that harrowing chapter, marked by the tragic demise of my parents and my subsequent captivity, was a crucible, forging a new path that I now tread with cautious optimism.

Their passing was a complex tapestry of emotions. Grief, certainly, for what might have been, but overshadowed by a profound detachment—the culmination of years spent in the shadows of their tumult and indifference. Discovering that my absence, during those weeks of captivity, went unreported by them was a stark revelation, one that severed the last threads of an already frayed connection. Their estate, once a symbol of familial discord, became the key to my liberation. Selling the house was both an act of closure and of opening a new door to possibilities unbound by the past.

Now, my world is as mobile and varied as the realms I visit in my slumber. Home is no longer a place but a state of being, housed within the confines of a van that carries me from one destination to the next. This nomadic existence is not without its challenges, but it affords me a freedom I've never known—a freedom to explore, to be untethered from the anchors of a traditional life.