I was walking into a cave surrounded by tall whispering trees. It was surreal. Inside, there was a vast pond mirroring the warm and golden sun light. The pond was protected by a series of staircases built on all four sides leading down to it. It was scary, yet comforting.
It was a very beautiful place. A place where a soul could be free and happy. I have seen this same place many times, and whenever I do, a feeling of home settles in my heart. It feels like returning home after a long and tiring day. I really wish it existed in the real world so I could visit it someday. I have seen many such places in my night visions, but never in the waking world.
I believe the dreams we have might be glimpses of alternate worlds, like a multiverse where numerous Earths exist and, on each one, life is different. When I sleep, I think my spirit wanders into that alternate world, where I observe another version of myself as if watching a movie. Perhaps, when they people sleep, someone might have glimpsed my life too.
I wonder if some lives are similar to mine, or almost identical but further ahead in time. That’s why, sometimes, what I see in my sleep world comes true. It’s frightening how I occasionally see my future through it.
I often ponder over all of this, it’s a mysterious feeling. I almost always remember my dreams; they feel connected somehow. Sometimes I sleep just to return to the places my dreams take me. In those moments, I feel like I am truly there. It might be possible. Otherwise, why would we have such dreams?
I discover new places and new faces I have never seen before; not in life, not even on the internet. I wonder how many universes exist, where thousands of different lives of the same me unfold. It’s truly fascinating.
And so, each night, I willingly close my eyes—not to escape reality, but to journey through endless worlds where time bends and souls dance freely. In those dreams, I find pieces of myself scattered across countless universes, waiting to be discovered.
Maybe one day, I’ll step beyond the veil between sleep and waking, and finally visit the places my heart already knows. Until then, I remain a traveler of dreams, forever fascinated by the mysteries they unfold.