The Story Spark for this piece was – Journeys. I took the prompt – Someone goes on a Vision Quest.
The Vision
He had a vision—more like a dream—in which he saw himself in a magical place. One where beautiful flowers grew, trees were in full bloom, and birds sang happy melodies that eased his soul.
Music filled his heart. Not the raucous clamoring of Rock or Punk music. But the gentle sounds of peace. Songs without lyrics but songs he knew quite well. Given the opportunity, he could put words into those notes.
At first, he knew his eyes were closed, but then he opened them. And there were others around him. The sights and sounds were still there. It was not a dream.
He could call out to them without knowing the other’s names, but he didn’t. It would have broken the spell.
So he closed his eyes again and fell asleep in the comfort of his surroundings.
When he awoke, he was back home in his bed, all alone.
So it was a dream.
If it was a dream, why did he have it every night? Everything was the same. There must be some meaning to it. Looking up ‘recurring dreams’ on the internet brought little results.
It wasn’t until he was in his dream state that he decided to speak up. He said, “If this is real, please call me.” He called out his phone number.
It didn’t take long. The next day, he received not one but twelve calls, all from people who shared his vision.
They were from all over the country. Next, when they met in their dream world, they decided to discuss this vision.
All of them were from different cultures, lifestyles, genders, and socioeconomic backgrounds.
As they began to speak, so did others in the vision. The vision grew until it filled the landscape, retaining peacefulness, beauty, and magic.
This was their Nirvana. It filled their spirits and guided them in the real world. Knowing that this place existed and was there for their comfort and stress relief gave them a better understanding of who they were and what they could do to bring this vision to the rest of the world.
And so it began. It took time. People learned to listen to one another. People worked with one another to resolve issues that plagued the planet. People allowed children to grow up and be children, not simple vessels to impart facts and falsehoods to. They let them become good people, let their creativity and imagination flow, and make this world better.
When that happened, the dream/vision, whatever it was, faded away. It was not needed anymore. We had found what we were looking for.
We had made for ourselves the world we dreamed of.
