[Sahn-Uzal]

Whenever I look outside my window I’m greeted by the sight of a vast ocean framed by lush trees on either side.

 Leaves dance through the sea breeze, and I just stare from my empty room.

A desk and a bed, that is all there is to my name.

I live in this empty wooden prison, yet it is not my home.

Whenever I lay to sleep all I see is an unfamiliar ceiling.

Then,

I find myself on a boat journeying somewhere else.

The wayward leaves scattered to the air brush against my cheek.
No longer the same vibrant green as they were in the morning.

I look around only to be met by a world without color.

Without feeling.

Before me towers a monochrome island, its shadow consuming both me and my vessel.

But I’m not scared.

In this monochrome world without emotion.

Leading the boat is a cloaked figure, but no matter how much I call out they do not react.

When I reach out to them they do not react.

They stare ahead towards the island.

And the sun shines upon them.

Sunlight embraces them bringing color.

Then,

I wake to the morning sun.

The dream ends.

But is it a dream?

Or is it a memory?

[Sahn-Uzal]

Days turn into months

Months turn into years

But the cloaked figure on the boat haunts me still.

Why?
Is this a memory or a dream?
Why is it burned into my mind day after day?
I wanted answers.

Now after a long time of searching, I’m finally on the right path

No longer does the world feel stagnant

This time when my eyes open to the motion of the boat drifting across the ocean

I reach out towards the figure cloaked in sunlight

And as I do


He stares back at me

“Who are you?”
“Where am I?”
I ask him


His lips move in response,  yet no words come out

It was a language I was unfamiliar with

No
It wasn’t a language

Without words I could still understand him clearly.


Now
I finally understand
This is a dream
His dream

My dream

We’re both dreamers

A dream about dreaming.