Celeste Jones: The Lucid Dreamer

Chapter 1 : Discovery

I felt like I was in a place like no other. The atmosphere was misty, but not humid. There was a breeze in the air; it felt so nostalgic yet so undescribable. My fingers felt numb, but in a good way. I couldn't feel my face, and every exhalation of air expressed a smoky glow. It felt like I have been here before, or maybe this place is seemingly new to me. Maybe it was just my imagination, but then again, reality is just a figment of our imagination, isn't it?

Why does this place seem so familiar? I thought to myself. I tried to recall what had happened before I appeared to this unusual locale, but it all seemed to be a blur. Never in the back of my mind, have I thought I'd return, but how could I convince myself that I have been here before, if I could hardly recognize it?

The aura of it all was so surreal, I couldn't think I was conscious. There I thought; maybe I'm not conscious. What has happened in my life that has left me unaware of my physical surroundings and transported me into this alternate universe? Are the people in my life witnessing me out cold? That thought frightened me; to see my loved ones surrounded by my hospital bed, with apprehension and desparity in their eyes. I had to let go.

My thoughts have began recollecting on it's own, maybe I'm closer to reality at this point. Maybe it was all a dream. Even dreams are realities that only our imagination can take hold of, I thought. My name is Celeste Jones, and I'm a dreamer.

  At the time since I was a young girl the age of 4, I began to recognize the ability of my brain power. It isn't your typical superhero strength you would read in DC or Marvel, but it was something I acknowledged, and not all children have a vast maturity at that stage of life. Due to the extent of my existential thoughts in my immature biology, it gave me this fear of the unknown, for the power to control situations were far beyond my reach. Over the years I started developing a mental instability which, in this case, developed more of an imaginative dissonance due to medication. From then on, I tried to journal my dreams in a vivid manner to gain recollection of my thoughts. This way, my dreams in the near future will begin to come together like a jigsaw puzzle. It is what is known to be called: lucid dreaming.