However, the ‘dreamscape’ seems to be much more involved than being a mere phenomenon of the Psyche. From historical documents to modern-day reports, many dreams — especially the dreams of those with a connection to the divine (eg. talent holders, heroes) — seem to sometimes receive prophetic dreams, usually encoded with a hidden message with literary symbolisms like movies.
Whether this is due to the interference from the divine or a glimpse into the Narrative, it is undoubtedly clear that dreams have powers over the world, and vice versa.
* Somniology Report 2448 by Reason Gandersson, Royal Head Guard and lead researcher of the Somniology department of the Avangardian Spells, Skills and Sciences Institution (A3S)
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Ayn did not have a good night.
Even though this was the greatest room he had ever been in, the greatest bed he had ever been on and the greatest accommodation anyone could ask for,
Ayn did not have a good night.
Too many things happened today, it was unreal. It was as if a pipe or a valve in a water system malfunctioned, flooding the street with water and chaos. One thing leads to another and a few hours later, they would be on national news.
He met many people today, mostly pleasant, though for Reginn, Ayn felt a bit conflicted. However, the last person he met — Gram, Sivrit’s father — was no doubt a kind person. It was a shame they could only share a few words, but he was a respectable, but fun gentleman. He could tell from his mannerisms, it was like an aura.
Ayn then remembered the girl he met in his dream. He had never gotten her name. The hero hoped to meet her again, not because he wanted to be her friend or anything, but because he felt that she had all the answers. There were too many things beyond the curtain.
Ayn turned in bed, facing the patterned wall. It was a long day today, and it would be a longer day tomorrow.
Hopefully, his dreams would at least be relaxing.
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Again, white.
White.
White.
White.
White.
Ever, never-ending white.
Not the white of a blank canvas, nor an empty page this time.
Simply the lack of ‘is’, ‘was’ and ‘will’.
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It’s like floating in milk, without the smell, the touch, the sound and seeing from a spectator’s perspective. Strangely calming, empty. All alone. Buoyancy.
However, the pool begins to drain, rapidly.
Ayn finally emerges from the bottom of the white-liquid pool. Standing.
He looks around, he believes himself to be finally awake.
The explosion of colours once again. The screams of fireworks.
He brings pain and destruction everywhere he goes, or perhaps it is something on him.
A snake, it had been coiled around him. He felt it as if it was his own muscle, his own spine.
It did not struggle much, and slid away, bringing the destruction away with it.
However, destruction is destruction nonetheless.
The space is forever changed now, unpreventable.
But even in his dreams, the moon haunts him, forever unchanged.
“Strange, huh?”
Hm?
“Dreams, they sure are strange.”
The girl from before, but in different clothing. She was still beautiful.
“What does it all mean?” he asks.
“Well, that’s the thing about prophecies. You’ll never know what they meant until te time has passed.”
“Then what’s the point of it all then, this fancy show?”
“This ‘fancy show’ only has one audience; You. I’m merely a supporting actor.”
“...Are you real?”
“Yes, but that’s irrelevant for now.” replied the girl, “It seems that your fate has been inevitably twisted with the wrong people. Oh well.”
“...What now?”
“Remember this dream, and try to interpret it. Even if you don’t succeed, even attempting to decipher it or even intending to solve it is one of the only ways to bend fate. That is how a common man can redirect the Narrative, through attempting to understand prophecies.”
She begins to walk into the mist and fog.
“Wait! Can you at least tell me your name?”
“...I can’t. Not yet.”
“...Then I suppose I’ll just call you Sandgirl from now on, is that alright?”
“Do as you will.”
And so, the curtain closes, and another act of Ayn’s dreamscape passes.