It was completely dark. There wasn't a moon nor a single star in sight. There was no ground under my feet, but I felt no sensation of falling; an invisible current held me aloft, gently guiding me along. My scalp tingled as my hair was pulled away from my face, revealing a white light dangling in front of me. As I got closer, the light diffused into smaller, tinier lights that seemed to come from not a single area, but all different heights and angles. The lights drilled themselves into my mind in a hypnotic sort of way; I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
When the moment came that I could see the shadows lacing down the sides of the structures that held up the radiant lights, I snapped out of my hypnotic trance. I could finally see what was harboring both the lights and the structures, something I never imagined I would see: floating islands. Thousands of impossibly real floating islands... nothing supporting them, yet nothing restraining them.
The gentle current paraded me nearer and nearer to a few isolated islands to catch a better look at the structures. Islands supporting skyscrapers stood beside islands supporting farmhouses, yet the farmhouses seemed neither intimidated nor upstaged by the presense of the skyscrapers- no- they welcomed them. Nearer to the cluster of islands, but equally as crystal clear as the islands that stood beside me, I saw the Eiffel Tower's intricate metal frame illuminated by hundreds of beautiful yellow lights. Beside it stood the Pyramid of Giza in all its glory, its pedestal dripping with a veil of gold. The two of them accompanied each other hand-in-hand, a matching set despite their differences just like the farmhouses and skyscrapers. The gentle current curved me away from the desolate islands that floated around the outskirts of the enormous cluster of islands nearer to the heart of the commotion.
As I came nearer to the city, a black road snaking through the cluster of tightly packed islands caught my eye. If I focused hard enough, I could see it continuing on into the darkness far beyond the city. I could see it continuing on so far that it seemed to blur with the time stream. The roads, I noticed, stayed interconnected. It was as if everything that I saw before me had formed perfectly around them. Could it be that something that I once stepped on and thought so lamely of was responsible for creating this? Maybe I had underestimated them, these unfathomable roads...
I saw no water in this place, but the glass on each building was so pure and reflective it could just as well have been water. The glass came in compositions of icy blue and warm yellow. Combined, they created something so comforting I could have fallen asleep at the sight. Nevertheless, I forced my eyes open to take in every bit of it that I could. Something in the pit of my stomach, something I couldn't explain, told me this splendor wouldn't last long.
The current tugged greedily at my shoulders, as if I had seen too much already, and sent me rocketing in impossibly narrow curves. My eyes, hungry for more of this place, flittted back and forth in their sockets so quickly that everything spun into an out of control blur of blinding light and mind-numbing shadow.
I threw my hands in front of me in a desperate attempt to stop, jarring my head. Despite the pain, I found that it had actually worked. Somehow I hadn't noticed the wings beneath my arms that filled with wind in order to stop me. The wings were composed of heavy, white cloth- much like the canvas used on sails- stitched together and held up in the shape of wings by pliable metal rods that reflected every light within a five mile radius. However, the use of the wings made me realize that I most likely wasn't being carried by the autopilot current any longer. Without it, I feared I would be lost in this maze of a city. The invisible current that seemed all along like a friend guiding me had turned out to be nothing more than the wind after all; just as I had suspected. But it did have a materialistic feeling about it that I couldn't put my finger on...
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Dream Journal
De Todo"Dreams are the illustrations of the book your soul is writing about you." - Anonymous.
