The Dreamer's Edge
Spring Break, 1999.
A bedroom in suburban America.
Rain taps against the window.
Portishead plays softly.
Seventeen years old.
Something is different about him.
Something has always been different.
"I watched myself breathe.
For what felt like an hour.
Maybe more."
Since childhood, he could float.
Above his bed.
Above his body.
Others can't do this.
He learned to hide it.
But this week... he stopped hiding.
"I went through the wall.
Through the hallway.
Past my sister's room."
Four minutes.
The clock said four minutes.
It felt like hours.
He found a library.
Old books. Hidden knowledge.
He wasn't alone.
"There was a door.
In the middle of nowhere.
Standing in the rain."
He keeps finding it.
On the other side.
A voice speaks.
"NOT YET."
What waits beyond?
What is he not ready for?
Emma is at the cabin.
Marcus won't stop texting about Lollapalooza.
The Matrix comes out March 31st.
"What is real?"
He already knows.
Reality is just
a door he hasn't opened yet.
~ Enter the dream ~