Thursday, 19 January 2012

The State of Sleep (a Dream Wars short story)


When you close your eyes at night, where does your mind escape to? It is a question puzzled over by neurologists, psychologists, polysomnographists (those who study sleep) and oneirologists (those who study dreams). Unbelievably , I know the answer. Little old me! I have made the discovery of a generation and I stumbled upon it quite by chance. I found an old book in a bookshop near my home town called ‘Dynamo Tales’. I picked it up quite by chance as I was looking for a book about dynamite! It said it was part of a series but I have never seen any books from this series despite extensive searching, googling and library visits. The book was badly damaged. In fact the bookshop owner was embarrassed to take any money from me, but the few tangible words inside took my breath away. They started me on a long search and now, like Sir Walter Raleigh, or Christopher Columbus, I can reveal my discoveries to the world. These are the very words that set me off on my adventures. The man who wrote them is someone known only as Kasparo.

“To me, the greatest explorer of all is George Salvinger. Nearly a thousand years ago Salvinger discovered one of the great wonders of the unknown world, the Dream Arena. It holds many adventures for those willing to step inside. Those who do, must be brave. They must take risks and dare to do something new. Fortune and misfortune come in equal measures. It is my job to sift through the many wonderful dream chronicles from the Arena and pick out the very best for publication”.

So who is this Kasparo and can this place, this Dream Arena really exist? These were the two questions that have occupied my every breath for last eight years. Having read these spine chilling words who could fail to make further investigations as to whether this place, this Dream Arena was real or not. I began a long journey that led me to a completely new and undiscovered world. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I present to you a land known as the State of Sleep. Surely I hear you say, somebody must have discovered this land before? Well this is entirely what I thought, but it seems not. It seems as if it has its own unique and wonderful fortifications. As you pass through its walls to re-enter the here and now, you are persuaded to forget everything that you discovered along the way. Now some of you are well practiced at bypassing these fortifications and have found ways of remembering snippets of your adventures in the State, but most simply forget. So what is this place, this State of Sleep like I hear you ask? Is it peaceful? Is it big? Please tell. Well yes it is big. It is vast in fact. We, the people who visit are known by the indigenous people as ‘dociles’. We come, we dream, we leave, but they, the prestos, the guardians of dreams remain there forever, along with the dream creatures that we have created and nightmare beasts that we wished we hadn’t. So it is also very far from peaceful. A war rages there, dream wars that have spread throughout the land and beyond. 

What about me? I hear you ask. Well you, one of many millions of dociles that visit the state every night - you will not linger long on the streets and in the countryside of the State of Sleep for long. Your instincts draw you to the centre-piece of the state, a building of such epic size and proportions, that it is hard to put into words. You and me and all the many others who visit, will make our way to the Dream Arena, the building spoken of by the mysterious Kasparo, the place that I so badly wanted to discover. Now that I have, I realise that this was only the start of my discoveries.

This building where people go to dream spans six hundred and sixty five floors. There are doorways leading into six hundred and sixty six different dream worlds. Imagine it! That takes a lot of exploring I can tell you. But explore I have in the interests of science and discovery, but I am a long way off a full report to the people of the planet. That, I am told by the prestos takes a lifetime and I have only spent eight years wandering the levels and writing of the people, the creatures, the flora and fauna that reside inside.

So out of the six hundred and sixty five known floors which do I start with? Well I will ponder that question a little while longer and decide in my next blog. Oh and I have also made an even more wonderful discovery recently. There is a secret floor. A six hundred and sixty sixth floor exists, but even the most esteemed thinkers in the land, even those who have spent many lifetimes living inside the Arena, do not know of its whereabouts. They have heard the rumours, but they do not know if they are true. So I have decided to make it my mission not only to bring the universe of the Dream Arena to you all, but to see if I can find this secret floor. I hope you will enjoy my discoveries and remember something important next time you close your eyes at night. In dreams there are no fences. 

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