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October 21st, 2014, 08:14 AM
Well, I do not ask for advice or any of the sort, but:
I WON A WRITING COMPETITION YESTERDAY.
I didn't think I did because it's been about a month since the awards night and they never got back to me (I couldn't make the awards night) and they call yesterday and was like "Hey we have a prize pack for you!" so I picked it up and it was awesome.
I also won this writing competition last year as well, so I feel awesome that's I've won it twice in a row. If you guys want, the stories down below. The theme was "My Hidden World"
The Last Jump
Have you ever wanted to enter your own dream and make it real? I believe some of you may call that lucid dreaming, but there’s a difference between a real dream and a lucid dream. See, everyone can lucid dream for starters. It’s whether or not you try to. Dreams are not a reality, but for those 10 minutes, you can live the fantasy in your mind: Slaying a dragon, meeting your favourite celebrity, encountering the end of the world or even just spending some time with your crush. Sometimes lucid dreaming is good. You could in some cases, become married to your celebrity crush or gain plenty of fame and fortune, yet however, they never become real.
A real dream though, is an experience that only 5 people at one time in the world ever get to feel. When one passes away, the gift is given to another born child for them to carry for the rest of their life. When these people decide to lucid dream, the dream becomes a ‘reality’. In whatever story line you fancy, you can live it until you decide to jump into another dream. Normally, after a while, you will dream your actual life and you’ll be able to jump back to the real world, where you left off. I used to do this all the time. I would get mad at someone, go to sleep and jump into another world of fantasy, but it felt so real. The best was that I was able to keep these memories. If someone from that dream was in reality, they wouldn’t know what happened in my dream, only I would know. I could punch someone in the face, jump to a different dream and they would act like it never happened.
Unfortunately, you get carried away sometimes. For some reason, the more you jump, the more unlikely the chance is to find your own time. I was lost in a timeline and could not find my way back home. It was when I was in Year 8, I remember. I got in an argument with my mum and so I thought hard to dream a dream without her. Before this jump, it was already difficult to find my way back. I would have to jump through at least 50 or so places before I found mine. I didn’t think much of it though, because at the time, it took me that long to cool down before I wanted to return, but then it hit me.
I was teleported to a world of happiness as I first thought; as usual. In the place I was in then, I lived in the city of Paris, or anyway, that’s where I started off in my dream. I was only 14 at the time, but in the dream I was in, I was at least 16 or 17. I was on a holiday around the world with my crush at the time, which is, let me tell you now, my wife. Other than that, it was an amazing experience. We travelled to Paris, then Venice, followed by Amsterdam afterwards. After that, I was ready to go back home, but I continued to sleep, and found nothing. It happened for what felt like eternity. I was frightened.
Eventually, it got to the stage where I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to research. I knew my gift was not normal, and so I believed I might have found someone with the same ability to ask for help, but the results were useless. No one would explicitly tell others of their gift, as we all know, it is a dangerous power. I was lost. I could not find myself. I believed that this would’ve been the end, that I would be stuck in fake worlds and never ‘wake up’ from my sleep, until I realised. As normal dreams work as well, if you think about something hard enough, sometimes, you dream it; and so I did the deed. I thought hard and hoped to dream a place which will give me help, and I jumped into at least 10 dreams: Some nightmares, some as weird as ever.
After jumping into a dream I believed would give the knowledge I was seeking for, I stayed in the dream. I remember it as if it was my own room. I was in a golden room when I awoke, rings on every finger and bracelets and chain on every area of what should be exposed skin. A golden silk gown flowed down to the ground, shining and reflecting with every slight movement I made. It was a fantasy within a fantasy, and it’s something I would never have experienced again. I jumped into someone’s palace, where all of the other dream jumpers stayed, like a large hostel, only for us. We would talk about where our new dreams had brought us, however, it was just them talking, I stayed silent. While they lived out the fun and experiences in their dreams, I was thrown into anguish and pain, lost in a world without my real family.
You may say I can just dream my family, but even when I do, it’s not the way I want it. Nothing is ever balanced. I either received a world with a family way too optimistic in a ‘perfect’ world, or a boring and dark world, only showing what really hides inside my parents and siblings, because when we miss someone, we only think about their positive attributes, but when we are hurt, our thoughts will think the same.
It took a bit of time to muster my courage and ask the others questions. I knew it was all not real, and so the chances of these people already knowing a way to prevent this from happening would be slim, yet still, I had to try. I started with some simple questions. “What do you experience?” and “What do you have to do to experience the dreams?” They gave me the answers I already knew. They, as well, experienced the dreams ‘they want.’ They sleep, jump and live. I started to ask them question which were more help to me, to help me get out. I told them the situation. I told them that they were just a part of my dream and that I was stuck. I wanted to get home. They understood the situation and suggested that I dream of something else with a great source of knowledge. They told me that they were just a part of my imagination and that they wouldn’t know the answer. I did as they told, and it brought me to a new place.
I then went to a library, filled from bottom to top with books. There were thousands of books I’ve heard, and others which were aimless rambles, my thoughts compiled into books. Unfortunately, I still couldn’t find anything. I searched through the library, but most books were only empty pages, compiled and bound into a small book, placed on an ebony shelf, as these books are again, things I’ve never read or known before. A man came up to me and asked me if I needed assistance, and so, I told him the situation. I briefly explained what was going on: the dreams, the jumping, and getting lost. He nodded in understanding and began to walk slowly across the rows. It took us about 5 minutes, the rows of books going from end to end.
I remember clearly, we stopped at row 73, shelf 5. He took a book out from the shelf, slightly torn and tattered on the edges, however, a lot of the books were in the same condition. He passed it over to me and spoke 4 words to me. “Read this. It’ll help.”
He then walked away to his desk, as I stayed in the row of books, sat down and read the book. It was filled with hand written adventures: battle after battle, a never-ending storm of action, great bravery and heroic moments. Love was made, pain was felt and anguish and joy were experienced. However, when I hit the last page, it stopped. Blank and empty, stopping mid-sentence.
“I finally reached the final destination. A large building, empty with wooden walls, and only carpet flooring. There was nothing, and I knew it was-“
When it stopped, I realised there were more blank pages left over. I walked up to the man and asked him whether or not there were pages missing from the book. He shook his head. “I understand the situation you are in boy. That was my adventure too when I was a young lad, but I’ve stopped and decided to stay here.” I opened my mouth and closed it again, looking at him with disapproval. He smiled and pointed to the left of him.
“Walk that direction. Keep walking until you find what you’re looking for.”
I decided to go that way. I knew there was no other way, and I had to believe what he had told me. I walked for a while. Luckily for me, in dreams you don’t need food, water or sleep, but it’s nice to have it sometimes anyway. I walked for a long time. It felt like days, but really, time didn’t pass. I walked down the building until the books ended and the walls kept going. I kept walking. The walls felt like they were closing on me, but they stayed the same. There were no windows. The green carpet stretched on while the torches on the sides came more sparsely, darker, then bright. I wasn’t sure if this was an infinite hallway, but the books were no longer visible behind me. I finally got somewhere. It was not the end, but I knew it was my end. It was a bed; a decent sized, single bed with black sheets, made of a wooden frame, casually placed in the middle of the hallway. I could go further, but I knew I found it. I gently placed myself down in the bed and closed my eyes. I was tense. It took a long time before unconsciousness hit me, but when it did, I found what I was looking for. I opened my eyes and it was morning. I was home.
The brightness from the window filled my room with a warmness which was like nothing I felt before, but it was. The feeling of my own bed was comforting. I got up and sat at my desk, my computer in front of me with 10 words on the screen.
“Give a shout out to the world in front of you”
My hidden world was hidden from others, but it opened out to me.
DO NOT USE THIS STORY WITHOUT PERMISSION.
I WON A WRITING COMPETITION YESTERDAY.
I didn't think I did because it's been about a month since the awards night and they never got back to me (I couldn't make the awards night) and they call yesterday and was like "Hey we have a prize pack for you!" so I picked it up and it was awesome.
I also won this writing competition last year as well, so I feel awesome that's I've won it twice in a row. If you guys want, the stories down below. The theme was "My Hidden World"
The Last Jump
Have you ever wanted to enter your own dream and make it real? I believe some of you may call that lucid dreaming, but there’s a difference between a real dream and a lucid dream. See, everyone can lucid dream for starters. It’s whether or not you try to. Dreams are not a reality, but for those 10 minutes, you can live the fantasy in your mind: Slaying a dragon, meeting your favourite celebrity, encountering the end of the world or even just spending some time with your crush. Sometimes lucid dreaming is good. You could in some cases, become married to your celebrity crush or gain plenty of fame and fortune, yet however, they never become real.
A real dream though, is an experience that only 5 people at one time in the world ever get to feel. When one passes away, the gift is given to another born child for them to carry for the rest of their life. When these people decide to lucid dream, the dream becomes a ‘reality’. In whatever story line you fancy, you can live it until you decide to jump into another dream. Normally, after a while, you will dream your actual life and you’ll be able to jump back to the real world, where you left off. I used to do this all the time. I would get mad at someone, go to sleep and jump into another world of fantasy, but it felt so real. The best was that I was able to keep these memories. If someone from that dream was in reality, they wouldn’t know what happened in my dream, only I would know. I could punch someone in the face, jump to a different dream and they would act like it never happened.
Unfortunately, you get carried away sometimes. For some reason, the more you jump, the more unlikely the chance is to find your own time. I was lost in a timeline and could not find my way back home. It was when I was in Year 8, I remember. I got in an argument with my mum and so I thought hard to dream a dream without her. Before this jump, it was already difficult to find my way back. I would have to jump through at least 50 or so places before I found mine. I didn’t think much of it though, because at the time, it took me that long to cool down before I wanted to return, but then it hit me.
I was teleported to a world of happiness as I first thought; as usual. In the place I was in then, I lived in the city of Paris, or anyway, that’s where I started off in my dream. I was only 14 at the time, but in the dream I was in, I was at least 16 or 17. I was on a holiday around the world with my crush at the time, which is, let me tell you now, my wife. Other than that, it was an amazing experience. We travelled to Paris, then Venice, followed by Amsterdam afterwards. After that, I was ready to go back home, but I continued to sleep, and found nothing. It happened for what felt like eternity. I was frightened.
Eventually, it got to the stage where I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to research. I knew my gift was not normal, and so I believed I might have found someone with the same ability to ask for help, but the results were useless. No one would explicitly tell others of their gift, as we all know, it is a dangerous power. I was lost. I could not find myself. I believed that this would’ve been the end, that I would be stuck in fake worlds and never ‘wake up’ from my sleep, until I realised. As normal dreams work as well, if you think about something hard enough, sometimes, you dream it; and so I did the deed. I thought hard and hoped to dream a place which will give me help, and I jumped into at least 10 dreams: Some nightmares, some as weird as ever.
After jumping into a dream I believed would give the knowledge I was seeking for, I stayed in the dream. I remember it as if it was my own room. I was in a golden room when I awoke, rings on every finger and bracelets and chain on every area of what should be exposed skin. A golden silk gown flowed down to the ground, shining and reflecting with every slight movement I made. It was a fantasy within a fantasy, and it’s something I would never have experienced again. I jumped into someone’s palace, where all of the other dream jumpers stayed, like a large hostel, only for us. We would talk about where our new dreams had brought us, however, it was just them talking, I stayed silent. While they lived out the fun and experiences in their dreams, I was thrown into anguish and pain, lost in a world without my real family.
You may say I can just dream my family, but even when I do, it’s not the way I want it. Nothing is ever balanced. I either received a world with a family way too optimistic in a ‘perfect’ world, or a boring and dark world, only showing what really hides inside my parents and siblings, because when we miss someone, we only think about their positive attributes, but when we are hurt, our thoughts will think the same.
It took a bit of time to muster my courage and ask the others questions. I knew it was all not real, and so the chances of these people already knowing a way to prevent this from happening would be slim, yet still, I had to try. I started with some simple questions. “What do you experience?” and “What do you have to do to experience the dreams?” They gave me the answers I already knew. They, as well, experienced the dreams ‘they want.’ They sleep, jump and live. I started to ask them question which were more help to me, to help me get out. I told them the situation. I told them that they were just a part of my dream and that I was stuck. I wanted to get home. They understood the situation and suggested that I dream of something else with a great source of knowledge. They told me that they were just a part of my imagination and that they wouldn’t know the answer. I did as they told, and it brought me to a new place.
I then went to a library, filled from bottom to top with books. There were thousands of books I’ve heard, and others which were aimless rambles, my thoughts compiled into books. Unfortunately, I still couldn’t find anything. I searched through the library, but most books were only empty pages, compiled and bound into a small book, placed on an ebony shelf, as these books are again, things I’ve never read or known before. A man came up to me and asked me if I needed assistance, and so, I told him the situation. I briefly explained what was going on: the dreams, the jumping, and getting lost. He nodded in understanding and began to walk slowly across the rows. It took us about 5 minutes, the rows of books going from end to end.
I remember clearly, we stopped at row 73, shelf 5. He took a book out from the shelf, slightly torn and tattered on the edges, however, a lot of the books were in the same condition. He passed it over to me and spoke 4 words to me. “Read this. It’ll help.”
He then walked away to his desk, as I stayed in the row of books, sat down and read the book. It was filled with hand written adventures: battle after battle, a never-ending storm of action, great bravery and heroic moments. Love was made, pain was felt and anguish and joy were experienced. However, when I hit the last page, it stopped. Blank and empty, stopping mid-sentence.
“I finally reached the final destination. A large building, empty with wooden walls, and only carpet flooring. There was nothing, and I knew it was-“
When it stopped, I realised there were more blank pages left over. I walked up to the man and asked him whether or not there were pages missing from the book. He shook his head. “I understand the situation you are in boy. That was my adventure too when I was a young lad, but I’ve stopped and decided to stay here.” I opened my mouth and closed it again, looking at him with disapproval. He smiled and pointed to the left of him.
“Walk that direction. Keep walking until you find what you’re looking for.”
I decided to go that way. I knew there was no other way, and I had to believe what he had told me. I walked for a while. Luckily for me, in dreams you don’t need food, water or sleep, but it’s nice to have it sometimes anyway. I walked for a long time. It felt like days, but really, time didn’t pass. I walked down the building until the books ended and the walls kept going. I kept walking. The walls felt like they were closing on me, but they stayed the same. There were no windows. The green carpet stretched on while the torches on the sides came more sparsely, darker, then bright. I wasn’t sure if this was an infinite hallway, but the books were no longer visible behind me. I finally got somewhere. It was not the end, but I knew it was my end. It was a bed; a decent sized, single bed with black sheets, made of a wooden frame, casually placed in the middle of the hallway. I could go further, but I knew I found it. I gently placed myself down in the bed and closed my eyes. I was tense. It took a long time before unconsciousness hit me, but when it did, I found what I was looking for. I opened my eyes and it was morning. I was home.
The brightness from the window filled my room with a warmness which was like nothing I felt before, but it was. The feeling of my own bed was comforting. I got up and sat at my desk, my computer in front of me with 10 words on the screen.
“Give a shout out to the world in front of you”
My hidden world was hidden from others, but it opened out to me.
DO NOT USE THIS STORY WITHOUT PERMISSION.