[ WP ] Dreams have all been tests , and someone finally passed .

This had been a first. Waking up at 6 a.m. and feeling refreshed. Re-energized. The dismissal of his previous day, and previous life it seemed, had been seemingly processed and conquered thanks to a fantastical night of sleep. His feet hit the ground, his mind recoiled through gracious scenarios and mental states until his body and mind caught up to the same page: the realities of here and now hit gently, massaging the satisfied feeling he initially woke up with. The shower was a shower simply put; not the usual excuse to delight in steam and heat. His insides, his soul, felt warm upon awakening. This shower was just gravy. 
 Looking back upon the meditative state his mind fell into, he consciously peered into the contingency which his dreams lay, the ultimate feast of desire and subconscious fantasy which the creative manifestations ( yes, we are all creative, despite many a `` singular'' feeling ) engendered within his mind. 
 -'' They will never know'' 
 -'' hm?'' 
 -'' Nobody will ever know what you dream of, only if you will their reception of such'' 
 -'' i know'' I replied meekly, implicitly wanting to imply sonorous intonations to such a pure figure as if to show earnesty. This voice, no man or woman so far as he could perceive, rose from nature's intentions. In this life, the powerful affect and the lesser are affected, as so with any chain of hierarchy. In this case, the powerful was nature, the culmination of grass, trees, wind, clouds, visualized by perpetual ocean tide gracefully begging the human mind's tranquility, together was the other. 
 The other being the being, the life which galvanized this voice, that seemed a part of Emperica. 
 Goosebumps ran up and down his flesh for reasons greater than the sensation of hot water. 
 He was now within his own trance. The glass chiseled walls now his secure castle walls. 
 Back to the dream. The sun was descending into a distant corridor of a forest illuminated by a narrow glistening stream. Walking upon, or floating, above the stream filled felt right upon memory. Walking next to, or floating over ( rhyme or reason? ) he noticed the stream, filled with koi fish, led somewhere sacred subconsciously pure and sacred. He came upon an opening of bright green, smooth brush went away as if to invite him to the crystal clear waters of the stream's conception. A pond lay as mysterious as beautiful underneath a rock ridge covered with bronze rock that barely caused the pinch of sun to make the whole scene visible in fainting rays. A waterfall... 
 -wait, i do n't remember any noise being made by the waterfall- 
 A waterfall silently poured the pure substance into the pond that fed the stream as he crept into the scene. A very, very odd feeling that felt an essence of reality and doubt-a first in this subconscious mecca- pulled his attention backward back toward the origin of his dream. 
 Looking still into his short-term memory bank, he finally greeted his pure thoughts with an overlay of intuition... 
 -wait, are n't the beginnings of dreams irretrievable? - 
 His curiosity dictated else wise, though, and he continued his venture into his dreams. 
 Looking back, he burdened his memory with the chore of creating the exact image and sensation anew, successfully. The vision came to him as quickly as lightning strikes the ground. 
 The voice of the pond stopped and his mother appeared, beckoning his name on the path which he had just came from. His mother, dressed in her usual mauve silk night gown, called over and over his name, smiling when his glace finally met her eyes. Her smile, however met no instinctive happiness, no sense of contentment upon his recollection of the dream-incident. He immediately was inclined to look back at the heaven which presented itself to him by pure volition of desire. 
 `` This is it!'' he thought of the emotion-provoking scene at the end of his journey. 
 He looked back at his mother for confirmation of righteous action, only to find her face saddened and tear-stained. 
 `` I need you, Emperica''. 
 `` why?'' 
 `` we need you, Emperica. Your family! Just, just, just, everyone!'' Her stare never snapped and their eyes locked for what seemed hours. 
 `` why????'' rebutted Emperica. 
 He looked back at the nativity scene. Still there, yet less important to him, it seemed. Something in his dream-character's mind told his dream-character that he must go back, although his mother may no longer be calling him. Emperica looked upon the waterfall, pond, incandescent rock, clouds, and harmless growth surrounding the scene lacking the initial immaculate feeling. His incorrigibly selfish self could not shake the notion that this must be the place where he makes his life turn for the better. He waited. He waited for what seemed like days. Looking back whilst still in his newly acclimated kingdom, he tried unsuccsessfully to remember the thoughts which ultimately urged his decision. After Looking forth and back, back and forth into the designated paradise and reality, he returned to where he felt no longer destined for, despite his horrible urges and perverse inclination to venture into the paradise he was headed for. 
 He woke up that morning, as mentioned, feeling great. That creeping feeling of loneliness deserted him. Breakfast was eaten with great hunger. The cold, frozen grass was seen with new light that somehow pierced through the December Wisconsin sky.The bedroom's radio played music, but Emperica heard none of it. He was content, in his mind, with his life. 
 He called his mother, who was overjoyed to hear his voice, and Emperica found that for the first time in too long, he called his mother for no reason other than because he wanted to talk to her. 
 His life did not magically become amazing, he did not win anything, and he certainly did not tell anyone of his dream. 
 However, Emperica had seen quite literally the other side. He continually used this juxtaposition of life/dream experience to rejuvenate his spirit and his own wisdom to further his relationships and perception on life. 
 Emperica had now something to compare life too, for Emperica had seen death. 

