It was dark inside the arch and when Kyle tried to create a ball of fire in his hand, to light the way, nothing happened. Am I getting into something I shouldn’t be? He questioned briefly, but he could still see the arch, and on the other side of it, his dream world. There was nothing to worry about, if Kyle decided to go back he would merely retrace his steps. So he headed forward, fueled by his intense curiosity.
As Kyle had suspected the arch had not been just a regular dream piece. He had not been able to walk right through it like he should’ve any other arch. Instead, once he had stepped under, rather than being greeted by the opposite side he was greeted by a long, black tunnel.
As Kyle made his way deeper within this tunnel he began to realize how odd it was. It appeared to have no definite walls; just black all around and because of the never changing color it was impossible to gauge any sort of distance, even to the floor. Like being in a dark room, Kyle has having to contently be sure of where he placed his foot, not wanting to find the end much closer than he thought or trip over some unseen object. And for some strange reason he didn’t have control over this environment, so it was better to be more careful than not.
Everything was going well until the archway behind him and the little beam of light it gave off disappeared. Just like that. One moment it was there and the next it wasn’t.
In a first fit of fear Kyle tried to flee back the way he had come. He kicked his feet hard, but only to find there was nothing solid underneath them. He desperately grasped out with his hands, trying to find the walls, something, anything to guide him back the way he had come. There was nothing.
Kyle was completely disoriented now. Right, left, up, down, none of it had any meaning to him. Was he falling? Had he accidentally walked off some invisible cliff without noticing or was he floating, suspended in the dream by an unknown part of his mind?
Finally calming his panic Kyle realized there was only one way to get the answer, he would wait it out. And even if nothing happened, sooner or later he’d wake up, REM sleep only lasted so long.
As it turned out Kyle didn’t have that long too wait. Within a matter of minutes (though you can never really be sure with dream time) a light flashed on beneath him. And in the next few seconds it became apparent he was falling, for the light grew steadily larger and larger, brighter and brighter. Then it surrounded Kyle, illuminating his body, surrounding him in warmth and causing him to blink in protest.
When he became accustomed to the new light, Kyle realized he was standing in almost the exact setting he had been when he’d entered the arch. In fact it was the same except for the arch, which was no longer present. But the hills were still there, the cliff, sea and even the sun was in the same place.
Weird Kyle thought, maybe a dream in a dream or something like that.
He was just about to wake himself to jot down this abnormal dream in his dream journal, when a girls voice was heard.
“You won’t be able to wake yourself, you know. So I wouldn’t try if I were you.”