[ WP ] `` I just ai n't sure . I 've made this decision many times , but this time I 'm not sure what to do . ''

For some reason, when I awoke yesterday morning, I had memory of an event I've been through every morning for years without remembering. I was stuck on it. I thought about it all day and decided this morning I'd handle it differently. 
 
 Tonight's dreams were more vivid than usual, and partway through I became aware of the secret space between our dreams. I had been in a dream, running faster and faster from an unseen being that was chasing me. I was underwater, swimming, I shrank to better evade it; it followed suit. I kept moving faster and smaller, staying just ahead of whatever was behind me, until I was simply a single pixel inside a kaleidescope of light and color that filled the entirety of my existence. I broke through, finding myself floating, wholly me again, in an infinite expanse of dark grey cloudlike cover filled with infinitely many infinitely large beings of infinitely complex fractaline detail. 
 They seemed to be facilitating the movement of people from one dreamspace to the next, smoothly and calmly. I do n't know how they missed me, but I was free to explore. Each being was completely different, ranging from ethereal smoke to plantlike to mechanical. I floated to the one nearest me. This one was incredibly complex gearwork, the smallest of it's details completely filled my field of vision. As I floated along it, studying it's intricacies, it noticed me. It was n't angry nor threatening, more like a concerned parent noticing their child in a slightly dangerous spot they should n't be. 
 
 `` Oh, I'm sorry,'' it did n't precicely say. It was more, I just was aware of the intention of it's motions as it pushed me into my next dream,'' You are n't supposed to be here yet.'' 
 
 And I was gone. I was gently, lovingly, pushed into the next dreamworld, and while I was there, I did not remember where I had just been. I was with a lost love. A person who I will never be with again, we talked for hours. I was happy. The dream ended with a strong feeling of melancholia as I fell back into the inbetween space. 
 
 This time, I was in front of a being made of, what I could only interpret as, the concept of the color green. An infinity of varying shades and possibilies of green swirling and twisting together creating a sentient entity. It was there to ask me the question I'd heard last night and every night for the past four years, but had n't remembered until this morning. 
 
 `` Are you ready to stay here and join us, helping dreamers reach where they belong, or do you wish to awake human again for another morning?'' Previously, with no memory of the other events, I always chose to wake up with no hesitation. I did n't want to stop being me. But now, after thinking about it all day and remembering each previous time, I just was n't sure, I'd made this decision many times, but this time, I just was n't sure what to do. The being was patient. I understood they too had gone through this in the past. They understood the gravity of what they were asking of me, and would not begrudge my continuing humanity if that was what I chose. 
 
 I had as much time as I needed. I knew the being would never become impatient and if I did decide to wake up, no more time than a single night's sleep would have elapsed. It took a literal eternity of weighing my options, but I think I always knew what I would choose. I thought of my family and friends. They would be sad that I never woke up. I did n't know if I would be comatose or die in my sleep, or what, but I knew it would hurt them. However, I knew from my own experiences with loss, they'd eventually move on. They'd miss me, but they'd understand when they got the chance to move on too. It was time for me to become the fullness of myself. 
 
 `` I want to stay here.'' I said aloud, even as I began to expand. The entirety of my internal/eternal self unfolded filling infinite space with infinite detail. I was made, not of smoke or gears or plant life, but of words. Words, the sounds, the written text, the unconcious hidden meanings, twisting and folding and swirling together literally writing me into existence. I was truly and fully all of myself, and now, I saw the others that way too. Each being was a full person unfolded into their true selves. 
 
 I noticed a young person floating near my base, trying their best to read my core. It was my job to move them safely to the next dreamscape, but first, I allowed them to read and learn this space as I had been allowed to do. I would be watching them from now on out, letting the others know when they were ready to start being asked to join us here. After a moment, I made my awareness known and gently, lovingly, pushed them into their next world and reached for the next dreamer.
