An Altered State of Consciousness
by Author’s note: This read is composed mainly of my real experiences, some were mere add-ons for the fancy of literature. Yours truly gives the decision of which is and which is not completely to the opinionated abilities of her readers.
**DREAMS are altered states of consciousness.
Solitude bites. And I’ve been bit enough to last a lifetime’s loneliness.
After years of searching, I have at last found him. And at dawn, I’ll be meeting with him again.
Yesternight’s dream reminded me of a feeling I have long since forgotten – a feeling I have been deprived of – a feeling that is coming back to me.. this feeling I am more than willing to accept – to-night and at all the other nights and dreams to come.
Excessive loneliness. Yes, that’s what I’d call it. The overdosed feeling of solitude when it has not even been a matter of choice. It resembles fate in its depraved manner. I have been alone for as long as I could not remember.
But not anymore.
The thresholds of life in reality and in the fictional dimensions I have crossed.
Two nights ago, a sensation flooded through my blood gates, filling me up like hypnotic drugs, making me high in joyful ecstasy. The scene was so vivid I wished to never leave.
It was a land of flowers and of rivers flowing with milk and honey, of trees fruitful and skies happily smiling down on me. A land I never would see if it was real. I could not testify, though, of its fallacy, for then I would be a hypocrite worthy of earthly shame. It’s not true, I know. But it’s not un-true, either. It’s that space between them. And I’d so christen it as my “altered state of consciousness”.
There, I was a being of much importance than here where I really am. There, every part of me was liked. I was loved not for my greatness, not for my knowing all, but for who I am, what I am. I was appreciated and taken with high regard.
I was beautiful. Or rather, I felt like I was.
As apparently, I was a she. And the fairy tale would be anything but one without the he. And so there was.
He looked quite normal, though, reckoning the prompt and needed considerations for its being JUST an altered state of consciousness and all that. Lacking the needed aids for proper visualization of my he, I would ask the reader to achieve acceptable content on the descriptive statements to follow.
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