The sun gleamed off the reflection of the waves below, piercing my sights. The day well into the evening- the sun was still warm, yet the night wind could be felt creeping up upon me, searching for a cold embrace.

  Just another minute, I tell myself. From where I stand, the waves will surely and easily claim me when the moon fully rises.

  I stretch my hands out, splaying my palms towards the ocean as the cool wind hits- a little harder than anticipated- and I feel reenergised, the freshness of the night opening my third eye, the bright moon invigorating me and, as I walk forward, my body collapsing into the ocean as my mind takes its first step into the waking world.

  They'll say it was an accident, or that I killed myself and although the latter is closer to the truth, it is not completely for I still live, now in our metaphysical realm.

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  They told me it was impossible- some fantasy that would only be taken seriously by a child, that 'that's not how the world works'.

  They were wrong.

  For now, I walk in an ethereal state, seeing everything around me in a somnolent vision: forever sleeping, forever awake. 

  I can sense the thoughts of others, as though the world tells me everything through pure instinct.

  I can think of a place and instantly I am there- no barriers, no fear, no danger.

  They were wrong.

  They said they would kill me- hurt me- now they cannot touch me for I am beyond their reach, but they are not beyond mine.

  They were wrong- I am powerful, omnipotent, the closest man will ever be to a God. I come to souls as they sleep, as they dream. If I willed it, I could raze cities, purge nations, build an entirely new empire to conquer the cosmos, purely on a whim. I am terror; I am hope; I am desire.

  I am The Oneironaut.