𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬"
She was exhausted. she had come in from outside. As soon as she laid her head on the pillow, she drifted into a deep unconscious slumber. The next morning, her eyes opened and she got up from her bed, she opened the curtains and inhaled the fresh air coming out of the window. The same quiet house, the same room. She lived alone in this house as she had no close relatives or acquaintances. She earned for herself.
She took her new diary out of her bag, and on its first page, her name: "𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢" was written. She looked at it with bewilderment because she had not written her name in the book yet, so how did it appear? Has it written itself? "I didn't write this...", she contemplated. ''aghh whatever, I'm getting late for work'', she sighed and put the book back into her bag and headed towards her work.
Her day was just like any other—nothing special, just another day full of endless work. On her way home, her foot caught on something and she almost fell, but she immediately managed to stable herself. Strangely, she felt no pain. Not even the slightest. Exhausted, she arrived home and thought about how things happened so unusual today. She had just begun to think about it when a sharp pain struck her head. She lay down on her bed and glanced towards her bag. Which was just a short distance away, she intended to take out her book, but couldn't bring herself to do so. Everything started to blur, dizziness overtook her eyes as they grew heavy, and for a moment, she felt as if her very existence had vanished into thin air, then she sank into a deep unconscious slumber.
The next morning when she woke up, a sharp light poured in through her window, which she had not closed since yesterday. As she looked around, she noticed that the book she failed to reach out to last night, laying beside her. Shock took over her as a wave of fear ran through her. Gathering all her courage, she picked up the book and opened it. Nothing had been written on it yet except her name, which again, she had not written. She wondered, perhaps if I wrote it and then forgot. Inaya became eager to write on it, she picked up the book "It is sunday, August 10, 2026. Everything feels so strange. I am writing this today because I feel as if the universe and this book are sending me a signal, urging me to write". She was very scared, her hands were trembling and icy cold. As she wrote, an odd, unsettling sensation washed over her. "Yesterday, on my way home, my foot twisted, but I felt no pain. Am I just imagining things? And whatever I think of doing seems to happen on its own before I even do it. I don't understand what this is..". She was just about to continue writing, when a sudden, sharp light struck her eyes. Dizzy, she staggered and then lost consciousness. When her eyes opened, it was the next day. "Was I unconscious for this long? What is the date today?" She thought as she looked at the calendar, 12 august, 2026. "What!? two days have passed since I lost consciousness? How is that possible?" She tried to remember "agh no...i can't remember anything at all..". Inaya thought, "oh- this sensation...what was that? That sharp ringing in my ears, as if someone was ringing bells into my ear. But wait...why didn't I feel any pain? Have I developed some kind of superpower inside me, or is this something else? I don't understand anything anymore. It was as if the same thing was happening again and again. An incident according to her, yet she decided to find out the truth. She resolved with fearlessness to cut her own hand. Because, after all she wasn't feeling any pain. She picked up the knife and made a deep cut on her hand. Still, she felt nothing.
Inaya thought, "What is this sensation? I can't understand it. If I try to describe it in words, it feels as if none of this is real... everything is an illusion. Even this body doesn't...feel like mine. It feels like a mannequin made of rubber." Then she tried to hurt herself again, but this time, the same bright light struck her eyes. And she lost consciousness once again. When her eyes opened the next morning, she was laying on her bed. Inaya thought "How is this possible? Where is the apple? Where is the knife? How did i end up here? She ran into the kitchen. Everything was exactly where it had been. As if no one had touched anything" Inaya thought, "But i had cut this apple, how is it back to the way it was?" Alright...now i'm starting to understand a little of what's happening, The book! Where is the book?" Inaya exclaimed. She ran and grabbed it, then began to write down everything that had happened to her that day. She thought, "If this is true—if whatever i'm thinking is really happening"...she closed her eyes and focused on the apple. To her shock, the apple appeared in her hands. She was surprised, and yet happy, though her hands trembled, whatever she imagined came true before her eyes. Pens, pencils, apples and the book itself appeared exactly as she pictured them
Then she thought, "Let's do something bigger, something more interesting". She went outside her house and imagined a car, in vivid detail—the color, shape, every small feature. When she opened her eyes, the car was really there, right in front of her, complete with all the details. She walked toward the car and tried to touch it but everything blurred, and she lost consciousness. It was the tenth day since this had begun. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on her bed. Running outside, she realized the car she had left there yesterday was gone. Then she went back inside the house and began thinking deeply about everything—the recurring bright, waking up on her bed every day, and the fact that She never felt the pain she should have.
As soon as she started reflecting on all this, the same frequency echoed in her ears. Today, she experienced a new sensation—an overwhelming feeling that she was existing in another world entirely. All of this had been happening since that same saturday night. "What is this? Am I dreaming? Alright now everything makes sense I know it now—I am dreaming and now I have to control it according to my will." She immediately opened her diary and wrote down one hundred wishes in it. Just by looking at her, it felt as if she was planning something big.
She waited for the next morning. With the very first ray of sunlight, she held that same diary in her hands and stepped into her dream world to fulfill her dreams.
First, she went to a store. She did a lot of shopping. She came out wearing a beautiful dress in front of a mirror. The beauty of her dress could be described in words like this: a shimmering yellow and black dress, in a fashionable style, glowing with elegance and beauty. There was no limit to the happiness on Inaya's face. Now she had become almost a mad girl—running after her desires, fulfilling her wishes in a world where everything existed according to her will.
And in that world, she was alone—yet so happy that she did not want anyone else with her. Her eyes opened again according to the dream cycle.
Today's date was 9 february, 2027. Six months had passed since that incident. But now, she was happy in this world. "Let's check, oh...my 50 dreams are completed, 50 more to go. Alright, I have decided—i will go to Japan."
This has been my dream since childhood. She began packing her things. A small bag—inside it a pen, her diary and a knife...She set out. When she reached the airport, there was no one there. "Oh, how could I have forgotten that I was inside the dream? Well then—that means I will fly the plane myself... fine, that will be fun let's see."
She pilots the aircraft and travels to Japan. There, she indulges in endless delights, savoring every moment. Yet, as dictated by the cycle of the dream, her eyes eventually open upon her own bed. For now, she is only slightly disturbed by it, but as time goes on, she will not be able to endure it. It is going to become unbearably difficult for her. She spends the rest of her days in the same manner and fulfills her remaining fifty dreams as well.
And now, exactly one year later. The date is 9th August 2027. It is her birthday.
She sits alone, quietly enjoying her coffee. The same book rests before her. She is tired now—deeply tired. "All my wishes are coming true. I am no longer afraid of anything. But how long will this continue? I know this is not my real life."
"I know my desires are being fulfilled, yet I am imprisoned alone, in a solitude where no one stands beside me, this world is breathtakingly beautiful, yet unbearably painful. A human being longs to fulfill their desires, but there is no end to them. It is an endless loop. Human desires never truly cease." And in the end, one question begins to echo within—why do we want to be happy? Is it necessary to seek so much happiness in life? Though in the end, doesn't excessive joy itself become the cause of sorrow?
"who am i?...has my existence been reduced to nothing more than a puppet that only wishes to remain happy—like a smiling joker, forever painted in laughter?" I am tired now, tired of everything. I have decided my final decision in this. I must find a way out of it. There has to be an escape, a hidden opening through which i can finally break free.
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞"