It has finally happened, the awakening to reality. Unfortunately for me, it hasn't happened to me. It happened to Tifanie.
Honestly, I am as surprised as you are since she seemed to be the one constantly blocked by whatever or whoever was in charge of reality. However, recently she became all pensive and mysterious which, in turn, led to her suddenly falling asleep.
Naturally, I assumed that she passed out from exhaustion, and didn't try to wake her up, I just left her to sleep on the couch.
In the morning, she was all bright-eyed and energetic, which was in such a contrast with her previous mood that I couldn't help but comment on it.
"You seem chipper this morning? Did you sleep well?" I asked.
It was strange that, after everything that we have been through, I still thought of it as sleeping. After all, what else was there to describe the action of closing one's eyes and breathing deeply. I guess, in our case, it would be a dream within a dream, which is just too complicated a name.
"No, something better than that, I awoke," Tifanie said.
At first, her words were so unexpected that I was unable to understand what she was telling me. I thought that perhaps she didn't sleep, which I knew to be false. I was just about to call her out for lying to me when her words finally became clear.
"You awoke to reality? How? Why? Then why are you here?" I started bombarding her with questions.
"One question at a time, Dawn. First of all, I would never leave you all alone, unable to awaken. Secondly, let me start from the beginning, so it will be easier for you to do the same soon," Tifanie said.
"Alright, so what happened before you fell asleep? It looked as if you were thinking some really deep thoughts?" I asked.
"I was. It was an epiphany that swept me away with such a force that I didn't have the time or the strength to explain it all to you. That's why I am back. I don't want to go anywhere where my best friend can't come." She said.
As touched as I was, I didn't say anything for fear of turning that crucial moment in my life into a pathetic sniveling that was bound to happen if I tried to talk.
"I realized that we've both made the first few steps to awakening but most importantly, that we have gained realization of the situation we were in and what needed to be done. However, the realization is not enough. It just makes it possible for the revolution, for the change to happen," she said.
It sounded like a whole new person was talking to me, a more enlightened person, and still not the one who had all the answers.
"The revolution itself it's not something that can be put in concepts. It's alive, ever-changing, and beyond comprehension. It breaks away from all the traditions, from what we think we know about our reality, about who we are. It's a way to escape the trap of fixed thinking, that humanity as a whole has lived in for centuries," she said.
"What are we supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?" I asked, irritated by my friend's air of superiority that I am sure she had no intention of conveying.
"Empty old structures of consciousness and make room for a new, more fluid intelligence. It will change everything about you: your body, mind, and perception. If you manage to free yourself from those old concepts and beliefs, then you will be able to truly escape this prison the way I have." Tifanie said.
"If you were able to escape, wasn't it a mistake to come back? Won't you be trapped again?" I asked.
"No, because I am in control of my dreams now, not the other way around. I've gained control of many things in my life, most importantly myself," she said.
In a way, it made sense, but in another more real way, I couldn't understand her completely. Having not experienced the same things she did, I was less inclined to believe that such a level of control existed, but I let her go on.
"The most important thing, the epiphany I had, was that to truly awaken, I had to stand alone in the unknown. I had to let go of my past or any of the conditioning I was exposed to my whole life. It was of utmost importance for me to stand where none had stood before in complete innocence, nakedness, and humility. Only then was the true reality revealed to me, and I gained control I had been so yearning to have," she said.
"So, what is the reality like?" I asked.
There were so many questions I wanted to ask. Who was in control? What happened to us? Was it as bad as we thought it might be? However, I thought that the question I did ask encompassed all the others.
"Sad," she replied.
If you don't hear from me in the future, know that I too managed to pass through to that coveted place, that the awakening to reality had finally happened to me. However, if I don't manage to achieve what my friend has done as quickly, I will tell you more about what my friend saw on the other side.
If you don't hear from me, you can always find out by yourself. Be brave and awaken!
Author's note: If you are not into out there, unexpected endings, I suggest you end reading with this chapter. I planned this one to be the last chapter anyway, but I couldn't help but indulge myself in one more chapter that is perhaps a bit different than what I have written here so far. Anyway, I thought a warning would be advisable.
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Awakening to Reality
Fiction généraleA novella about the struggle to recognize what is real and what is just a mere dream. Are you awake while you are reading this or is this all just a very detailed dream? Perhaps what you see as a dream is real and what you see as the real world is a...