The Right Side of the Bed. by DayLa Muse.

 I was greeted by a florescent brick wall and unfamiliar tones leaving me completely disoriented. I’m knocked off of the comfort of my equilibrium that I was accustomed to, yet, I can't recall for the life of me how that felt. As I walk up to the wall I notice that it is in constant flux. Was it the bricks, my legs, or the ground that adopted the consistency of gelatin? But all I know is that... I hate gelatin. That thought made me laugh. The laugh that erupted from within me overtook my being and sent me into an uncontrollable fit. Contracting muscles that felt previously unused. I went to embrace myself but felt nothing. Not nothing, like emptiness, but nothing like air. I felt the sensation of my arms wrapped around my waist but I could not feel my flesh. I looked down. There was nothing. Not nothing, like darkness, but nothing like indescribable hues embellished with iridescent shards of reality slowly morphing into malleable globs of metallic goo. I felt like a translucent rag doll being held up by a ribbon made of light attached to a perpetual glow that brought warmth, familiarity, and confusion. 

I am now panicking. What type of dream-hell am I in? The closer I get the wall -- that I completely forgot about -- it appears to be made out of red 2bit bricks with an excessive amount of 2bit white grout that oozed out in an inconsistent loop. I remembered that there was someone with me. I turned to look at him but physically I couldn’t see him but I felt his presence. I spoke, “Am I a body with a soul, am I a soul with a body, am I you, are you me, can they see this?” He laughed. I didn’t. That was a serious question. He kept laughing at me. His laugher was like a symphony of innocence and pain. It infected my thought process and I began to laugh too. In complete harmony we glided down an unfamiliar path that was lit by orange skies, dancing neon grass, blue gradient striped waves crashing onto what appears to be gilded sand. As I walk my body, which by the way is beautifully designed, no complaints really...but why is it so heavy, why do I have to release fluids, how do I breathe without breathing? Maybe that’s a body thing and not an action I need to worry about 

We rest on a detached bridge floating over a sea of what appears to be polychromatic sheets of cellophane being vigorously whipped up and down like that parachute in gym class. That was one of the best days in gym class... My body grew ill from the constant movement of the bridge which sent me into an irrational panic that we were going to be swallowed by the cellophane and pulled into a cotton candy death trap. My surroundings were staring at me as if they had seen a frog riding a bike. My body panicked, I panicked, we panicked. He, being what I assumed to be a pro at navigating Care Bare dystopias, took me back to what previously was my car. But now all that’s left is the skeleton. I couldn't understand why someone would strip my vehicle to the point that it resembles something from the Flintstones. At least they painted it a pearlescent silver. We threw my body in my newly pimped ride and set off into a new scape that distorted every thought I’ve had about depth and time. 

As my car moved forward I felt myself float above the missing roof and hover around my car. I then started running next to my car looking at myself feeling the colors caress my face as we ride by. My body feeling trapped started to strip. He told me not to but I rationalized, “We are always inside, always in ourselves, we must let ourselves go,” followed by noises I do often to entertain myself. He’s trying not to giggle at the philosophical gibberish falling out of my heart and attempts to cover me while maneuvering through the kaleidoscopic tunnels of various sizes and altitudes. “We are almost home,” he pushes through his anxiousness. I sense this and I return to my seat. 

I blinked. We new now in an apartment. The most familiar thing that I have seen in what felt like days. I took my body to relive itself, I watered it, I undressed it, I laid it down next to my partner. His body was ready to rest. Melodies appeared in the air and colors stained the walls. The lyrics were our deepest fears, our highest highs, our dream, and our uncontrollable laughter at things that weren’t particularly funny. The lights were our souls touching. As we grew closer being sewn together by our truths our bodies synced. Our songs had collided breaking away the pain of reality and creating a harmony that rang through ourselves like chimes in the wind. I saw the light, he felt the light. I understood how to craft a soul from love and attuned frequencies. We left knowing we were not ready for the power that we possessed and went to frolic in a more physical realm. 

“Breath! Breath is what keeps us together,” I exclaimed after watering myself and feeling my body gasp for air. “We share our breath with everyone in the world. Rich or poor we need breath.” He stared at me with a grin knowing fully that I was going to go into an epiphany fulled rant. I am more connected to my body than I have been in years. I take a deep breath in while thinking of all the joys and pleasures in the world. I felt the fact that love is perfect and my trust can always be put in pure love. While taking a deep breath out I released the chains put around my heart by the fallacy of emotions that disguised themselves as love. With that deep breath out I cried. My face was saturated with happiness and appreciation. Trees!!! Trees take in all the negativity released through breath and turns it into the positive affirmations we breathe in and manifest? The Earth gives us the strength to build our realities. The plants give us the nourishment to create our spirit's inner desires. The foliage protects us from the negativity of beings around me. I love them. They love me. I fell in a deep love with the earth. 

When I woke up from my dream I wondered if I was going to fall through the ground once I stood up. It was solid, I was back to my frequency. I was back to my base. My body and I were one. I smiled and asked, “Can we get some coffee and food?” 

Special Thanks to S.P