[ WP ] It ends up that the afterlife is actually an eternal dream state . You have trained in lucid dreaming your whole life . Describe your afterlife .

`` Clarissa!'' he yelled hoarsely but she did n't hear, `` Clarissa'' he repeated, voice straining, but it was useless. Everything was changing again. 
 
 John hurried forwards through the street trying to focus on the retreating figure. New York looked just as he'd remembered only the colours were just off, a little too bright giving it all a surreal edge. Central park looked beautiful in the autumn sun though he barely had time to register it all as he followed her into it. His heart was in his throat and though he could never physically tire any more, he'd found the *dreaming* was wearing on him mentally and if he did n't focus hard enough he'd be lost in the shared psychosphere like an errant thought eternally adrift. 
 
 The sky was loosing it's definition. Orange sunset was morphing into swells of rainbow starbursts that reminded him of the Arctic lights that... he was cold and it was night and he fell ungraciously in a heap amongst the snow-drifts. John coughed and raised himself slowly, feeling the chill bite of the winds and fumbled for his torch. It was so dark out here and the others would be waiting for him, overhead the northern lights played a magnificent display of colour... of colour that... John stared at his hands. This was n't right was it? He could hear the others calling to him to hurry up, they were going to lose the race if he didn't- 
 
 His left hand was gloveless. He stared at it feeling terribly confused but felt his eyes focus on one thing, a symbol, a twisted circle, the symbol of infinity tattooed to his thumb that- `` Clarissa'' he mumbled, remembering. The snow around him started to melt away, dissolving and morphing. 
 
 *Clarissa*. *Focus*. 
 
 When he opened his eyes he was in the park again. *Focus* John begged himself, to let his mind wonder would mean losing her again and his heart ached so very much. Standing up he found himself next to a small pond and saw the figure sitting on the bench, soaking up the sun. 
 
 She had her eyes closed and for a moment he admired that perfectly sculpted face as beautiful as he'd ever imagined. He settled into the seat slowly and watched her eyes fling open, those emeralds shining at him happily as she leant over and gave him a peck then hugged him. He savoured the embrace and, despite himself, cried. 
 
 She pulled back in alarm. `` What's the matter'' she asked, `` I've been waiting for your for aaaages'' she said with a confused laugh. 
 
 John looked around, remembering this day, and he laughed too, wiping away his tears. `` I know'' he replied, `` I was looking for you for a long time''.
