The Weight of his Dreams

Let Sleeping Gods Lie, Act 2: The Other Side #7 (re-write)

Continued from The Broken Things That Hunted Me. Catch up on all the stories from Act1: An Unusual Brain here.

This story is a re-write of The Song of the Unknown Realm after a few rounds of edits. I still love that section of the story — it was the first writing I did for this book about 18 months ago. Parts of it have appeared here and there and then I felt that I had found the perfect spot for it. But the story and the characters have evolved a lot over the past year and a half and so have I and it didn’t quite fit. But I still love it, so I’m going to leave it on medium as its own thing and replace it in the cannon of the story with these new words. I hope you enjoy The Weight of his Dreams.

2 September 2057 Slowly, my power grew and I was no longer pushed and pulled on that great tide of dreams and I set out alone. I wandered in the darkness of nothing; my thoughts flickering in the black void. Inside my primal mind, consciousness wrestled with sleep. And I wandered into dreams of my own making. I walked the winding path back to my beginning and watched the tiny form in my mother’s womb. I felt the weight of his dreams, the vast open spaces of his animal mind: my mind, released. Free from the burden of consciousness it shuddered with millions of possible futures. I felt the tectonic plates of space-time shift and an invisible hand reached into my mind and pulled me down, down, down into the depths of nothing; empty potential slowly filling with exigent need. Snatches of wild melody taunted and teased me. Flashes of meaning and light played and danced, just out of reach.

There was something. Something I needed to remember: Ella. Where was Ella?

I watched as golden light blossomed in that garden of night, willing it to bring me warmth and comfort; to dispel the loneliness in my bones. And then I knew my dream that night — that awful, beautiful night was no ordinary dream. It was the dream. This dream that called to me now: ‘come closer, closer, let go, let go.’ It was building power now; irresistible. I fought and thrashed, but I could not escape the iron grip of that animal mind.

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