A Dream...

Yume...

Yume o miteiru...

Mainichi miru... yume...

Owari no nai... yume...

Yume ni owari ga na kuna ta hiwa.. itsudatto darou? Zutto zutto no kashi? Soredemo, honno suru mai? Sonno go daisai wo... lies within for how long I'd wished it to last...

((Sorry about the broken romaji, I still don't really grasp the phonetics of the japanese language.)


Dream....

I'm looking at a dream...

A dream I see... everyday...

A dream... that never ends...

The day the dream never ended... when was it? A long time ago? Or, only a few minutes ago? The answer... lies within for how long I'd wished it to last...

Why do I have this dream over and over? Why am I even dreaming about this. Why do I dream? I wish I could tackle this the way I usually do... but I cannot. Because, how do you tackle a dream? A dream is no physical force, to be resisted. A dream is no physical body, to be grappled. It is not even intelligent, to be outwitted. It is not even spiritual, to be dispelled. To the contrary of the soothsayers and psychics who claim the realm of dreams to be the domain of future Sight, to the contrary to priests and bishops who claim the realm of dreams to be the domain of prophets and the one true God...

No one can lay claim to the realm of the dreams. The Aran'Rhiod, as the Wheel of Time names it. That is because dreams are nothing but a reflection of one's being. A reflection of one's fears, of one's happiness, of one's wants, of one's hates, of one's sight, hearing, touch, of one's belief, of one's experiences, of one's needs, of one's love. In the realm of dreams, everything that has been proven wrong can be right. There, you can love as you want, there you can kiss as you want, there, you can drink, eat, sleep as you want. There, you can punch, kick, kill as you want.

There, that which you hate can chase you forever. There, that which you fear can haunt you forever. There, that which you desire can merge with that which you despise. There, people who have gone out of your life can linger. There, people you have triumphed over can return. There, your strength of mind can be a weapon... yet it can also be your greatest weakness. You fight not the ghosts of the past, or shadows of the future. You fight the present in the Aran'Rhiod. You fight yourself.

How many people are trapped in that world? A world where they neither advance into the future, nor retreat into the past? A world where they are trapped in the present, fighting forever, without any hope of reprieve, the present, the sense of self? How many people wish to be trapped in there, to escape the futility of the future, to blind themselves to the horrors of the past? How many people think they are trapped in there, wallowing in self-regret and bogged down by perceived failures?

What is your dream?

Mine? Mine is to be a writer, perhaps. Mine is to make a family, perhaps. Mine is to escape the dream, perhaps.

My dream... boku yume... is a funny one.

Wariwanai? Honto wariwanai?

Since you've promised not to laugh, I'll tell you what my dream is.

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Carácter Extravagancia

Issue 3

Name: Junia Hallowild
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Junia is, to all appearances and purposes, a 23 year-old undergraduate pursuing the social sciences and philosophy. A subject not many would contemplate, yet seemingly easy for this tall, lean adolescent. His eyes are piercing sharp and totally emotionless, and to this date, no Council investigator can approach him without him noticing, or feeling uneasy when those eyes fall on them. The reason why his name appears on this dosier is that he possess more sinister qualities than just simply a piercing regard and unfriendly stature.

For years, Junia, an orphan, had been described as "unsociable" and "cold" by peers and associates. Three years ago, his attitude changed, but not for the better. Where he was merely unresponsive before, he was now hostile. Students who interrupted him have reported having mysterious and disturbing dreams, even during waking hours. They would sometimes even "phase out" while walking, gripped by some terrible nightmare that lasted from three seconds to up till 5 minutes. Road accidents have occured. These incidents are thus becoming largely alarming to the Council, for if anyone draws connection between Young Junia to these disturbing events, it could mean trouble for the supernatural community.

However, there is no concrete proof even by the Council that Junia is responsible for these incidents. It is obvious he is connected, but there is no proof. Part of the problem is that this affects an area which even the Council holds no jurisdiction over. To this date, no researcher has ever decoded the secrets of the Aran'Rhiod, the Realm of Dreams. Yet this Junia appears to be able to manipulate and even maliciously twist it for others with impunity. If he does, indeed, have control over the Aran'Rhiod, then the Council would be able to solve the problems of dream-comas that has been plaguing it from since the dark ages. Yet, Junia seems determinedly hostile to anyone and everyone. So far, no one of the supernatural has been afflicted with his dreams, nor have any Council investigators, but no one knows whether it is because we have some inborn resilence or simply because we did not irritate him enough.

No council investigator has volunteered to try to test the second option.

Looking to the future~
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