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The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker

by Llwyd L. Brenin 10 months ago in Series
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Chapter Seven - Finding Himself

Ever since their first date, Danny and Emily decided to have a date every Friday. It wasn't always a show and dinner. Sometimes it was a romantic walk through the park. Sometimes a carriage ride. Sometimes they would stay home and have a special dinner on his patio. But they always ended the same way, with Danny and Emily cuddling on the couch talking.

Danny had often wondered how he got so lucky to have her as a best friend. But now, to see how much he loved her, and she loved him back. He knew he was truly blessed, for they had a fairytale romance that even fairy tale characters dream of. They knew they would be married someday, but they didn't feel the need to rush it. They had their whole lives ahead of them. For now, they enjoyed holding hands, kissing, and cuddling. But they didn’t go all the way yet.

Sometimes they would even take a nap together. This way, they could have an adventure in their dreams and wake up in each other's arms. They don't sleep together at night, have their separate bedrooms, and are still virgins. They decided all of that would wait for marriage. And Danny knew that once that day came, he would fall asleep every night. That way, they could wake up every day in each other's arms.

As best friends, Danny talks to Emily about everything. She knows about the Essentials and can recognize each one when they visit her dreams. Even though Emily couldn't understand them, she talked to them every time she saw them. She also knew about Lancel. She was just as surprised to find out he was Walter's son. Not to mention Walter's underground apartment and the dream chamber. But one thing that disturbed her was this mysterious group.

"Please be careful, Danny," she said. "You never know what they will do next."

"It's not the group I'm worried about." He said. "Whoever's behind all of this is really the dangerous one. When I was in their dreams, I had access to their minds. None of them have the capability of developing this kind of technology. But there's this guy that they seem to worship. Someone named Walker. Some of them call him Walker from the dream. But most of them know him as the dream-walker."

"Just promise me you'll be careful, Danny," she said. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I promise I'll be careful." He said. "But it's getting late, so I'll let you get to bed. I love you."

"I love you too." She said.

Then she went to bed, leaving Danny to think. I've learned so much in the past few weeks. He thought. And most of it seems to have to do with medial energy from this medial Realm. So, what do I know about it? I can feel it, control it, and the veil of Dreams is made of it. Where does it come from? He thought for a moment. I guess it comes from the medial realm. It's the only thing that seems to make sense.

I can feel the medial barrier, and the energy radiates from it. Also, if everyone else is attached to someone on the other side through a medial spirit, but I'm not, do I have a medial spirit? I think I need to go into the medial realm myself. If Lance used to be like me, then I think he knows how. I need to talk to Lance immediately, he thought. So that’s what he decided to do.

Rather than making a new door, he went to his room and used the one there. He was in his dream office. He looked at his desk and noticed his bobblehead doll was still there. But now, there were bobblehead dolls of Lancel, Walter, his mother, and Emily on the desk too. That's weird, he thought. Did I do that, or did Lance? Never mind, he thought.

"Lance. Can you hear me?" He said.

"I can hear you," Lance said as he appeared in Danny's seat behind his desk. "Is everything okay? "He asked.

"Yes," Danny replied. "I've just been thinking. "You're not from this realm, are you?"

"No, I'm not," he said. “How did you know?"

"I've been thinking about the things you've told me," Danny said. "It's the only thing that makes sense to me. You're like me. I can feel it. But you're different, and you said you don't have dreams here."

"You're right, Danny," Lance said. "I was like you, and I was from the left realm. I couldn't go back if I wanted to. But this is my home now. And before you ask, yes, I know how to get to the medial realm."

"How do you know I was going to ask?" Danny asked.

"It's the question I've been waiting for," he said. "Unfortunately, I can't explain it to you. And I can't show you because I can no longer do it." He explained. "What you need is a guide, and I can point you in the right direction. This is the dream you need." Then he touched Danny's forehead.

The field seemed to stretch on forever. He looked around. There were no trees or any significant landmarks as far as he could see. The grass was primarily green and had long stalks topped with copper-colored grains. When the wind blew, there appeared to be gentle waves rolling across the land. The vast ocean of grass was knee-high and dotted with patches of flowers in every direction. He could hear birds and crickets, but no matter how close he looked, he couldn’t see them anywhere.

He took a step forward to start what promised to be a long journey. As he walked, he noticed that everything looked the same. The scenery didn’t change at all. He didn’t know where he was going or how far he even walked. He had nothing to determine the direction or distance. There were still no landmarks. And though it was bright out here without a cloud in sight, there was no sun in the sky.

Somehow, he didn’t expect to see one. This was starting to seem familiar to him. He didn’t know how long he had been walking or if he was even getting anywhere. The scenery was playing tricks on his mind. While walking, it seemed like he had walked for miles. But when he stopped, it didn’t look like he moved at all. He was experiencing a strong feeling of Deja vu now. I really need to get out of this field, he thought.

Then, without any warning at all, he found himself at the edge of a cliff. Where did that come from? He thought. It was like the ground just fell away. Looking down from the top of the cliff, he saw a vast forest from miles above. Even from this vantage point, there didn't seem to be an end to the forest. At the base of the cliff, there was what had to be a giant lake. From this distance, however, it wasn't much more than just a puddle.

Now it came back to him. It was the dream he had just before all of this happened! Thinking back, however, Danny realized that this was a recurring dream. He has had this dream at least once a year for as long as he can remember, and every time he would completely forget it by the next day. But now, for some reason, he could remember every time he had dreamed it. And now, he was starting to realize its purpose.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, looking at the lake, he felt like there was something about this lake. He still didn't know what it was, but he had an overwhelming feeling that he wanted to be there. So, he leaned forward and allowed himself to fall over the edge. I do this every time, he thought as the ground raced up to meet him. Knowing what was happening, though, didn’t override the fear that he felt while falling. He was just starting to panic when he noticed that the ground was advancing slower than it had been. What’s going on? He thought, am I slowing down?

He realized that he was indeed slowing down. The farther he fell, the slower he got until about two feet from the water, where he just stopped. Before he could form another thought, however, he started to fall down. There was no other way to describe it. It was like gravity had reversed, and he was falling into the sky. All around him were animals, plants, even large rocks, and trees falling up with him. Or maybe, they were being sucked into the sky. All he knew for sure was that it felt surreal as everything rose up and swirled around over his head, then disappeared into the sky. He wasn’t sure why that surprised him after experiencing it so many times. He guessed that maybe the panic had made him forget momentarily.

He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, something that would have caught him off guard. But he already knew what was coming. It was a fish! The fish was long and kind of slender, maybe about six feet long. His fins and tail were long and flowing and contained every color of the rainbow.

The fish swam up to him and said, "Hi, I'm Samson. Nice to meet you."

Extending his hand, Danny shook his fin saying, "nice to meet you as well, Samson. Since I now know what I'm here for. Is this the way I'm supposed to go?"

"Yes, it is," he answered. "Follow me!"

Danny and Samson moved up into the sky and then exited the dream. They were by the medial barrier.

"Right this way," Samson said.

Then he went through the barrier. He didn't have to tell Danny how to do it. As soon as Samson passed through, he just suddenly knew how. It was as if he knew all along. Danny just shifted his energy to match the barriers and passed right through. He emerged in what seemed to be total darkness. Everything was black, except he could see Samson and himself. It wasn't actually dark. There just wasn't anything else close enough to reflect light.

"You can stay here and learn for as long as you want," Samson said. "In a realm of pure energy, time doesn't mean much. When you're ready to go back, you'll exit at the same time you came in."

"Will you answer my questions and help me learn?" Danny asked.

"Yes," he answered. "I'll be your guide as long as you're here."

"I know I'm not attached to someone on the other side," Danny said. But do I still have a medial spirit?"

"Of course, you do," Samson said. "Though, your connection is different."

"What do you mean?" Danny said. "How is it different?"

"Connections tend to be polarized since there are two," he said. "But yours is neutral. Which means you can exist in the left realm too. It's also a stronger connection. You seem to share energy directly with your medial spirit."

"I missed it the first time," Danny said. "But Gary said the medial spirits were excited. Why would they be excited about me?"

"The medial spirits didn't always exist as they are today," he said. "They used to be whole beings. They were made out of physical matter from both sides. The medial energy is a pure life force. For lack of a better word, it was their soul."

"So, if I can exist on either side, then I am made of matter from both sides?" Danny asked.

"Yes," he answered. "And with your connection and ability to share energy directly, you're the closest one to being a complete being."

"And the medial spirits want to be complete beings again?" Danny asked.

"Yes," Samson answered. "But not all of them. Most are content just the way they are."

"What do they look like?" Danny asked. "Do they take different shapes?"

"No," Samson said. "They're only made of energy, so they only exist in the form of energy."

"Can I meet my medial spirit?" Danny asked.

"Of course, you can," Samson said. "Just turn around."

Danny turned around, and his medial spirit was suddenly there. He was a giant ball of energy about six feet in diameter, actually, more like a cloud of energy. The shape was almost a sphere, but it was never quite round since the surface was in constant flux. He seemed more hazy than bright, with some areas thicker or thinner than others. Every now and then, you could see flashes of light like lightning dancing through and around him. The lightning looked almost pure gold in contrast to the bluish silver energy floating around it. Being this close to his medial spirit seemed to make his perception stronger. He seemed to be aware of things going on in the other realms. They were just passing thoughts. Then Danny realized these weren't his thoughts.

"Yes," his voice in his head replied. "You're starting to understand. It's not just a connection we share. We are practically one being. Our personality, our thoughts, even our emotions are the same."

"So, medial spirits do have emotions?" Danny asked.

"Yes," he answered. "But not like ours. Advanced emotions stem from physical processes."

"Advanced emotions?" Danny asked. "Like love, hate, and fear?"

"Yes," he said. "Also anger, sadness, and joy. Most medial spirits only experience a muted version of some. However, we can experience the full range."

"So, you receive emotions from me?" Danny asked. “Because we are practically the same?"

"That's right," he said. "Maybe someday we could be the same being. But for right now, you're not powerful enough, and we're not ready."

"I just thought of something I would like to try," Danny said. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," he said. “I'm curious about it myself.”

Danny reached up and extended his hand toward the cloud of energy. Part of the cloud extended to meet his hand. As it did, it became a hand flat against Danny's hand. Then the whole cloud of energy started to glow and change shape. When it stopped, there was a perfect replica of Danny standing before him. When Danny looked around, they were in a garden.

The garden was about six total acres. It was rectangular shaped and fully closed in by a brick wall. Most of the ground was paved in Cobble Stone with flower beds and other planters throughout the garden and around the perimeter. They were filled with bushes, flowers, and other plants. At one end of the garden was a huge wooden door. At the other end, there was a koi pond. And right in the middle of the garden was a giant oak tree. The branches provided shade for a large portion of the garden, and a wooden bench was built around the trunk.

"What is going on here?" Samson asked as they watched a couple of squirrels scurry past while gathering acorns.

"Well," Danny said, "Since my medial-spirit can share medial energy with me, it made me wonder if I could share physical energy with him. Apparently, I can, and this is the result."

After that, they just walked around enjoying the garden. Somehow it seemed more real than a dream. Then, through Danny's connection with his medial spirit, Danny realized he had just created his own world. It was only about six acres, but it was as real as the world he lived in. And it would always be unless he decided to unmake it. About twenty minutes later, Danny's medial spirit changed back to his original shape.

"Thank you for that," his voice said. "It's been forever since I've had a physical form. I would like to do that again sometime, but for now, I must leave you."

Then his medial spirit was gone. That's fine, he thought. It was late anyway. And, if what Samson said about exiting at the same time he got there, he would fall asleep in his bed and spend the night in Emily's dream. Plus, tomorrow was his mom's birthday. Danny left his little world with Samson in tow and exited the medial realm.

"Thank you, Samson," Danny said. "For being my guide and for teaching me what I need to know."

"It was my pleasure," he said. "If you ever need my help again, you know where to find me."

Then he slipped back into his dream. After that, Danny went back to his room. After brushing his teeth and changing his clothes, Danny went to bed. He was thinking about everything that had just happened when he finally drifted off to sleep.


About the author

Llwyd L. Brenin

The stories that you see labeled chapter one - chapter sixteen are chapters from my completed book, The story of Promiseum - Dream Walker. So if you decide to escape to my fantasy world, start with chapter one and read them in order.

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