“Hello there lovely...”, a soft whisper I would hear upon waking; yet no one was there.
I dismissed it as the babblings of my mind in the middle of exiting the fragments of some weird dream I had yet to remember. Come to think of it; if there was a dream, it would seem that I didn’t remember it! But this whisperer, now a morning regular, is starting to seem less like the voice of a forgotten dream and more like a mysterious invisible presence that has managed to slip into what I know to be reality. Just who or what is this voice that seems to take benevolent pleasure in greeting me as I arise from my slumber?
The answer to this mystery came soon enough, and of course it ended up presenting itself in the form of a series of dreams; vivid dreams that I couldn’t help but remember in great detail--the voice it would seem was ready for me to start remembering.
The dreams all began the same way, like some sort of land of make-believe or fairytale realm neither of which currently exist in my world--that which is known to me as present-day reality. It is definitely a place I have never been to, not even in my imagination as a lonely child. It’s a place filled with a rainbow of colors where all things in it are perceived by the eyes as some sort of unknown 3D technology which computer geeks and nerdy scientists have yet to create.
Every time I was there, I felt an overwhelming sense of serenity and that no harm of any kind could befall me. I found it wonderfully fascinating that I could maneuver from one part of the make-believe fairytale dreams to another part by simply stepping into a bubble! The thoughts of my mind act as a steering mechanism and the bubble changed colors depending on how high and fast it floated from one end of this strange world to the other.
The lakes, rivers, ponds, oceans, and streams seem to have waters of many colors that glistened as if diamonds or crystals made up their bottoms. The ground was of white sand that had a sparkle about it even at night. There were flowers and trees, land and aquatic animals both great and small that were all foreign to me! The animals looked nor behaved like any of the animals in my reality, presently living or extinct. They spoke to me through my mind and seem to have no desire to harm me.
After sometime of being pulled into this world through my dreams, I began to believe that this was another world yet to be discovered by the mankind of my world, of my reality; so in one these nightly visits to this place, I insisted that the animals tell me how a world of such wonderment came to exist and be overlooked by my world. I sensed from them that it was a secret they were guarding from me until an appointed time. Suddenly I felt as if I was fading away, that I had disappeared. The next thing I know I awake in my bed to,
“Hello there lovely…” and it began to sound more and more like a male voice, yet I still didn’t see anyone in my bedroom.
Then at some point, a man whom I had never seen began inserting himself in these dreams I was having about this faraway place of wonderment. He was always afar-off, but yet close enough for me to see him and to tell that he was definitely a man; however, he seemed different than the men in my world, rather my reality. He had a gentleness about him that I admired. There was a sense of awe and enchantment surrounding him that made me attracted to him, even though I could not yet make out his features as he seem to show himself in a silhouette form; I felt he was not ready for me to see him nor interact with me anymore than he already was. Is he the owner of the whispering voice that seems to love greeting me every morning?
The moment my mind began to entertained this possibility while in the middle of visiting this beautiful place once more, he telepathically said to me,
“Yes.”
Then as before like when I tried to get the animals of this strange but beautiful place to tell me more, I sensed that I was fading away until I had disappeared. Again I awake in my bed to the familiar whisper in my ear except this time it said,
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Otherworldly Affair
Short StoryIt started with a soft whisper. But this whispering voice, now a morning regular in Anna‘s ear, is starting to seem less like the voice of a forgotten dream and more like a mysterious invisible presence that has managed to slip into what she knows...