May 13, 2022
Serial Story: Noah’s Dream Journal #7
March 28th, 8:32 AMI’ve been having dreams again, but they’re not lucid dreams anymore. They’re just plain, out-of-my-control dreams where I don’t worry about anything afterwards. I don’t have to worry if the Doc will come to me and something terrible will happen to me. I feel at peace.My therapist was shocked when I told him the news, and that I said I don’t need his services anymore. He wished me luck, and that was the last I ever spoke to him. He looked disappointed because he seemed really invested in my dreams, like they were some story to be gawked at. Well, it was no story; it was real.Every uneasy second that followed the realization of the ability to control what I do; every moment you wake up and wonder if you’re really in your bed or you’re still in REM sleep; every moment you fear going back to bed, hesitant to see what lies in store. That was all real, that was all something I went through and I hope to never experience.Still, after all that, I can’t say I’m going to miss having those lucid dreams. I hated how they would turn on me, but I’ll miss the ability to do what I wanted, to have the fullest escape from reality apart from death. At least—if I never have one of those dreams again—I’ll still have that cursed melody inside my head.The End.Click these links to read previous entries: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6.
—Jake Puestow, Serial Fiction Editor