"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find, that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day, are dangerous men. For they may act out their dream with open eyes, to make it possible."




"This, I did."




I wake in a desert. Piles and piles of sand stretch forth into the horizon, forming endless patterns of sandy messages, possibly those inscribed in my mind.



Was it a warning? A reminder? Some sort of subconscious message in a bottle strewn across this sea of Arabic, barren, wasteland?



I did not care, neither did I want to.



For when a man awakens in a desert he finds nothing but solitude, and aimless wandering before him. The first thing that popped up in my head was,



"What the fuck am I doing here."




I realised there was no point questioning myself with no answers to be found, pondering wouldn't help. I haven't been able to recall my dreams, nor have I been able to sense that I've been dreaming.



Then this happens.



I didn't know of the clothing I was donned in, nor my identity in this dream. I could have been a lost soul, wandering to find purpose in my life. Or I could be the harsh winds that soar across this terrain, overlooking the dusty recesses of my mind.



If I was just the wind, I must have materialised, for I started to hear footsteps at where my feet should have been. As I shuffled forward into oblivion, I pondered over the purpose of all this, if it had any deeper meaning behind it. As I pondered I saw a figure standing in the middle of this godforsaken desert. "Finally someone else." I thought. The sand crunched beneath my feet as I rushed towards the figure. I slowed down my pace to a mere walk after I realised who it was.




It was my mother.




As I walked up to her with eyes that felt like they have not seen her in eons, I stopped in front of her, reahed out for her. All this time she was looking at me endearingly and smiling, the look of a mother I was proud to have. And suddenly......





I cut her in half with my hand.




As her gory upper torso fell to the ground her entire body disintegrated. It was a mirage. Was too good to be true anyways, I thought. I took the guilt in my stride and continued on.


As I walked and walked, a pyramid appeared, imposing over my insignificant being. sturdy and solid like it was built yesterday, all but flawless as a crevice stood at the foot of the pyramid, welcoming me in. The words painted on the side of the crevice "SUBMIT". I entered the crevice, as darkness fell through whilst the walls came alive and swallowed me in. I woke up.