The reverie: Introduction

There was a new world found. It was made of the same stuff dreams are made of. It had the similar dimensions that we have, only that it was flexible. The understanding of that world was also pretty similar to ours since it came from us and our collective consciousness. The only boundaries it had on it’s map were made up of the space between the two dreams. It was colored with different emotions and different shades of different colors pertaining  different situations. Pale yellow for  monotony, purple for celebration and so on. However, the people in it knew that everyone sees different colors. Not one person could tell what yellow meant to someone else. There wasn’t any source of comparison there. There was only acceptance. People had the same state of mind as the one when you wake up. The amount of acceptance one has when one wakes up is immense. There isn’t much judgment but there is witnessing. People fed on warmth of each other. There wasn’t any food to survive on. The concept of food wasn’t there. The five elements that make up our world are what give the whole need of eating or feeding on something else so as to replenish. In that world, everything was made of that glittery dust getting together to form different shapes. The question was who were these people witnessing everything? But the answer never mattered to anyone surprisingly. 

Since people fed on warmth and love, the only thing that cut the monotony was art which inspired warmth and love. Some preferred contrasts in their art, some liked consistency, some liked wild expressions.

Poverty was of different kind here. Lesser the colors you see, lesser the art you can recognize, lesser the vibrations you connect to, lesser the music you could hear. The idea was to magnify witnessing, but regular art sent them in their own little trip restricting them to boundaries and to the same dream. People would become so comforted within those boundaries that they wouldn’t want it to end. They fought their hearts out to stretch them as much. They feared what would happen after the boundaries got over. The space between the dreams sent shivers down their spine, much like death.