A Dream Journal Series – Remember

  • Date: 19th January 2020
  • Lucidity: 4 / 10
  • Vividity: 8 / 10
  • Realism: 8 / 10

I take off my heavy rain jacket. It hasn’t rained for days or even weeks, why would I need it on my journey to the end.

I can feel that I am near, I open the map and continue my way towards a row of mountain tops, a peak that runs across the landscape. I’d heard something about these a long time ago and only remembered once my journey took me to the top. I was looking out across the vastness which was the end of the world.

As far as the eye could see, I was at the peak between everything humankind knew and everything else which was beyond the wall of mountains I was now standing upon. I knew it was special, that it was a place not many had been before, to be able to look upon the a space that was as if infinite beyond my sight was frightening and yet sobering. So barren, so distant. Ahead of me lay the path I was to take along the mountainside. The map was vague, incomplete, I was somewhere that was not there, but I knew where it was and I knew where I had to go. Some time after, I’d made it back down and was met by a beautiful riverside town. The day seemed to glow with happiness, with energy, the bluest skies I’d seen and biggest sun in the sky seemed to meet this town. The buildings were of beautiful golden mud type, the ones you see in the old Egyptian deserts, buzzing with life and that’s what it was, the sounds and smells I could here were reminiscent of a lively marketplace beyond the walls. There was a feeling of wanting nothing more than to join them.

I followed the path beside the river and came to a small bridge onto a back alley into the town. The alley was small, full of old used large water bottles , those you would see in the 20th century offices that refill the water machine, I felt these were out of place but I did not question it. I opened my map.

The rain came pouring down heavily as if there was no mercy for me having left my rain jacket behind. Running in all directions, I looked for shelter and found one after having being absolutely soaked from head to toe. I was now cold, wet and shivering with fear. The two who’d taken me here were getting anxious and I’d kept muttering that we were near, that we were so close but looking at the map, I could not remember. Zooming in and out of the on the electronic device I held, I couldn’t seem to find where I’d come from. The place I’d left my jacket was the key to finding my way back but where was that. The map looked nothing like I had known when I was last here.

I lead the way into the marketplace crossing roads with cars zooming by. The noises I remember, reminiscent of an ancient market place was now drowned by machines and turning motors. It made me feel a daze with direction. We walked deeper into the marketplace but nothing felt familiar, I kept closing and opening my eyes trying to take me back to where I was and then a flash of memory came by. Blue bottles. Alleyway. Riverside.

I opened the map again and narrowed the search down with the criteria in mind. There was this crossing between rivers that met to become one, something told me to go there and so we went back and tracked our way to the outskirts of the city where the river lay. A familiar alleyway approached and I saw the blue bottles as if I’d seen them before. I knew this was the way, that we are another step closer to finding what I had found all those years before, if only; if only I could remember what that was.

The End.

Feature image – Hiking the Great Lakes District, UK reminiscent of the journey taken to the End of the World. Taken on the 21st of April 2019

Author: Jason Li

Jason Li (born 17th October 1992) grew up in the big bad city of Sydney. After all these years, he’s still growing up; or at least trying to. Sometimes he writes. Sometimes he gets lucky and writes something good. Most of the time, however, he has no idea where life is taking him, living life just one single day at a time.

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