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Cry of Dreams . And you thought you have seen reality... . In our existence as mankind, few have ever known the presence of the real world. It is far different from what the eyes can perceive, for our creators come from a realm outside of this dimension. As a creation called mankind, we are given eyes to see. In truth, we grow eyes to deceive. We see only what we are allowed to see. The fact is, we are not real either; we are but a projection of the minds of our creators who lie a dark realm of suffering, and for precisely this reason, we are only the imaginations of those miserable beings trapped in the dark realm, whom I’ve come to call the Real Ones. Indeed, our existence in this world is nothing but a cry of dreams. The realm of the Real Ones cannot be grasped by the bodily senses we are given. Our intended purpose of existence in this world is to escape the gruesome pains of our creators trapped in eternal misery. We are merely figments of the Real Ones’ imaginations living in a conceived world that masks the truth. Surely, we are created by the miserable Real Ones to never experience their suffering. We are made to enjoy the fabricated lies of this world. We are here to see the sunshine, smell the roses, and find happiness among ourselves and others. You surely do not believe me, for how can the world we live in be any less real? Then there is no need for you to read further, for I’ve never had any expectations to begin with. After all, what have you experienced? You are precisely what your creators destined you to be –a blissful being under the drunken spell of merciful ignorance. But no you say, you are conscious and have known both pain and pleasure, and you have felt emotions on both ends of the spectrum of happiness and despair to know what life is about. You are right; indeed you are so-well adapted to this false world to possibly acknowledge the existence of the real one. Let me convince you. Do not be assured that you will understand the least bit of the dark realm in which the Real Ones dwell. It is impossible to grasp its existence under the limited laws of our universe. The presence of this realm can only be felt during fleeting moments. But before I explain further, you must make the necessary preparations before facing the revelation. Disregard everything –the natural laws of our world, the existence of all that men have created and valued, and even what your eyes perceive. This false reality has imposed upon you many habits, and now you must loose them all. Become an absolute nihilist, for only then can you experience and welcome the unimaginable. You are skeptical because it is natural for you to cling onto the comfort of established order in your life. It would be easier for you to sack me in a madhouse than for me to convince you with this nonsense. Be it so, but you cannot deny your curiosity for the bizarre, and should you be any less mercifully ignorant, you will fear the unknown. Shall we continue then? For I have yet to explain how one in this world might establish moments of contact with the realm of the Real Ones. If you are willing to deny everything of our world, then you have accomplished the first step towards the greatest revelation. It is a shame that our feeble minds are constructed with such limited function and capacity. Too much exposure to new knowledge will surely cripple us with insanity. There is so much that we do not know even about our own world, not to mention the realm of another dimension. Perhaps it is best that we remain under the sheltering cloak of ignorance. But if you are willing to accept the risk of insanity that comes with the revelation of a horrible cosmic truth, you have chosen a much more courageous and conscious path than most. Nevertheless, I will not disdain your alternative choice to continue basking in the bliss of ignorance; after all, you are created by the Real Ones to be happily unaware of your true suffering; thus why should one defy the pleasures taken for granted? You are indeed brave for having followed thus far, that, or you’re dumbly curious or curiously skeptical. If any of the latter two should be the case, then I shall not waste my time speaking to an unintelligible mind, for I may as well be talking to a rock. But if you are slightly willing to accept the least bit of the falseness of our reality and its true presence in an alternate dimension, then you have gained my respect and veneration for your likewise consciousness. Now I will introduce to you the realm of our creators. Surely, you question how I am capable of describing such place. Let me assure you, I neither possess strange abilities nor have been chosen to bear the revelation, but it is simply my heightened conscious and sensitivity that granted me fleeting moments of contact with the realm of the Real Ones. On Thursday of March 29, 2007 (believe me, this is the actual date!) I woke up to a note sitting on my desk. It was written in my own handwriting and dated to the night before, and it read something like this: The curtain falls, and the play is over. The world fades pitch black, and in that gloom of darkness I wander helplessly trying to find the light. There is none, none but the raging whirlwind of chaos. I am corrupted, transformed into the very horrible substance that permeates this loathsome world, the world of frightening darkness. Just a mere glimpse at the horrible black void cripples me with insanity, yet I am allowed to regain my senses, only to be able to lapse into madness. Silence is the beauty of death. But in this world silence is a miracle. One is only present, but sees and hears nothing except blackness. Oh, but he sees so much more! He sees ghosts, no, more terrifying, he sees horrible images so harrowing and inescapable, their horror etched into the seeing man’s mind. He cringes, falls, writhes in the cold black void. The gruesome fear paralyzes him; he cannot move; the image overtakes him, ripping into his soul, devouring his sanity, until there is no more. Madness! There is only the blessing of madness – the miracle of the dark realm. There are infinite miles in all directions to run, infinite volume to hold your screams of terror. Such unforgettable experience marked my first encounter with the dark realm. And those trips to the realm of suffering would persist until the month of May; where by some miracle I began to escape contact with this horrendous world and regain the blissful life intended for me. What I have constructed for you is a depiction of the cumulative miseries I have encountered in the realm of the Real Ones. It is not nearly as convincing as the experience itself, and many things can only be portrayed mildly through the imagery of this world. The dark realm that you may experience, should you dare venture for a glimpse of truth, may be nothing like what I have described. Alas, I shall attempt to guide you on your journey to discovery. First, you must be able to answer the questions: why is our world created in the first place, and why are we created? It would be most logical to draw up an analogy. Let’s say I ask you this question instead: why do we dream, and why do we imagine? We do so for the same reasons that the Real Ones do –to escape an unbearable reality. But why should our “reality” be cruel if the Real Ones did not intend for it to be that way? You see, just because we imagine better worlds, it doesn’t mean that those worlds are perfect. In our daydreams, we are susceptible to occasional reminders of our painful “reality,” and among our most fantastic dreams there are interludes of uncontrollable nightmares. Similarly, our world in which the Real Ones have created is not the ideal either, for there is still suffering, but nothing compared to that of the dark realm. But what about the world that we create though our imagination, can it exist in another dimension? No, we simply lack the power of the mind to make our imaginations more convincing and more “real” for them to exist outside our heads. Our minds are not as capable as those of our creators, and likewise our imagined characters possess even less mind. The Real Ones have created though their vast power of the mind the world of us, known to mankind as the universe. And alas, in our so called suffering, our mind may catch a glimpse of the dark realm. And such is the truth of our existence, and we shall never know any more about the Real Ones and the dark realm. In our suffering on Earth, the conscious may come to a fleeting realization that perhaps there is more to our world than what we are allowed to see. Thus, enjoy your intended life and be thankful for it. Although we are nothing but a cry of dreams, always remember the fate of the Real Ones and their suffering that brought us into existence.

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