Dreams take us on Journeys

Mayson stretches, his hands grasping the cool metal of his bed frame. With a sleepy sigh he pulls himself from the groove of his bed, pushing the covers away with little effort. The room was dimly lit, no electricity. Just the steady glowing pulse of the early morning sun cascading through the rift in the shades, with a throaty groan his legs stretch out and his feet find the cold floor. It doesn’t take Mayson long to get into the daily routine he had crafted for himself months before, it consisted of simple tasks taking him about ten minuets or so each. Leaving just enough time for his sessions; as a prospecting informative to the ranking elite that Mayson belonged to, he needed to log a certain amount of hours into the dream book, even if at times it was utterly brain depriving. For years though Mayson had been slipping through the rip tides of others dreams, altering certain information and creating current plots, at times it could be entertaining and others just down right depressing. Today was going to be different, today he would work his magic into the mind of a pretty little red head named Claire. She held an elegance about her that left Mayson dumbfounded and a little bit lightheaded. For months her mind had been left in turmoil, haunted. Leaving repulsive scars that left her imagination looking ugly. It was then, and only then that Mayson felt it was his duty to alter her dreams, change the shape of her imagination and leave a permanent smile on that pretty face.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat and folding the linens, Mayson snatched up the thick leather bound book and his quill, tucking it neatly beneath the curve of his arm as he reached for the doorknob. Engulfing the natural beauty of his homelands with a smile, he started down the path, his steps more buoyant then they had been days before. The temple was not far from his hut, making his walk quick and fairly simple. It was much too early for the rest of his fellow students to be up and about, Mayson was known as the early bird around here, but it was a title he took with respect and a good hearted laugh. There was so much to get done, and wasting the day lazing in bed was no way to get things done.

Stepping into the temple with an easy going grin he headed for his booth, stripping the wires that hung loosely on the wall. He stationed himself nearest the window and logged in. The current flowing quickly through his veins as the hairs on his arms became erect, and with a soft sigh he slips into the unearthly comatose, when entering dreamland, you entered your very own utopia. And Mayson’s job was to make things run smoothly. It was like a never ending treasure hunt, an unforgettable journey that leads you through the depths of the ocean and the heights of the mountains. Mayson could honestly say that this was perhaps the best job that any young human could endure. But today he was on a mission; the firm set of lines that crossed his furrowed brow could define just that. Feverishly his eyes danced beneath the closed eyelids, searching quickly for the petite red head he knew as Claire. It took Mayson a few minuets before he caught a glimpse of her resting beneath the arch of an old withered looking tree, a book firmly in her grasp and in the other; what looked to be a knife. She would occasionally look up from the pages of her book to survey the area around her, as if a possible threat could be inches away. That was the thing with Claire, she always seemed to be afraid, pointing out the creatures that she said followed her, but when Mayson turned to look, there was absolutely nothing. Could it be that his pretty little Claire was a little crazy in the cranium?