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Saturday, September 10, 2022

The Tragedy of Monarchy

    I'm writing this post the day Queen Elizabeth II died. I have to say, it feels weird to say that. I knew she wasn't going to last forever of course, but when you see her every time the UK gets brought up on the news, even if she doesn't do much that's politically significant, it's strange to think that she's not going to be on the news anymore. 

     I have no strong feelings on Queen Elizabeth as either a person or a monarch. Seeing people reacting to her death online made me realize that I have very strong feelings on monarchy. I think it should be abolished, and not just for the reasons people think.

    Many people have pointed out very valid reasons to not have a monarchy. Ordinary people have no say in government, it's hard to remove a corrupt ruler, and the only method of career advancement is to wait for the King/Queen to die. I think that, especially in the UK, there's another reason that's not nearly as important, but I feel like I should bring up; no monarch gets a say on whether or not they want to be king. Sure, you can abdicate, but if you do it's your fault if the country collapses without a clear path of succession. Once you're on the throne, you're responsible for everything that goes wrong in your country unless you're a figurehead. Because you have all of your country's power and most of its wealth, people don't feel sorry for you if your unhappy and if you legitimately can't do your job then people only get angry at you. 

    Elected officials have a lot of the same problems, but at least they chose to be in charge. They went to school, signed up to be on the ballot, an campaigned to win people's attention. If someone becomes president, then you know they wanted their job. They still have a lot of pressure on them to not screw up, and nothing stops someone who thinks he's destined to run the country even if he couldn't manage a McDonalds, but it helps keep the apathetic ones out of office and I think that goes a long way. 

   I'm not saying that I feel sorry for Queen Elizabeth. I don't get the impression that she was ever unhappy with her job and I know she worked hard to keep the monarchy in the UK going even though people kept saying that they ought to get rid of it. As much as I found royal weddings annoying, I find it hard to not feel a little fondness for someone I see a lot on the news. I agree with most people that the UK should abolish the monarchy, peacefully of course. I'm sure their all nice, but there are better ways to become a celebrity and I've seen a lot of former monarchs who appear to be happier. There are way to many people who don't have a say in who they are, I think if we can fix that for a few people at least, that's only a good thing.  

Friday, September 9, 2022

The End of Human Independence

  The worst thing about homelessness is the boredom. At least, if you're a human the boredom is the worst part. I assume that if you're a Nightmare with weakness and have to eat, drink and sleep then you'd have other issues beyond just being bored. I do need to sleep, but I've never wanted food in my life. 

    Most of my days are spent walking around town, occasionally working for whoever will pay me. I don't make enough to pay rent on any of the places nearby, so I just buy cheap collectibles from the shops around town. They're meant to give humans things to put in their homes, if they have them, but I just put them in the temple when I sleep at night.  I like looking at my growing collection. I call it "the most valuable things in all of Estellia," because no other person values their collection as much as I do. 

   There's supposed to be a new law decreed tonight. Since I have nothing better to do, I may as well go and see it. I've heard rumors that they're taking steps to keep humans off the streets. That might be good, since I'm getting really sick of avoiding the guards. I know they're just trying to do their jobs, but I have nowhere else to go. I could go back home, in theory, but my parents haven't even tried to contact me since I left. 

    Granted, it's kind of difficult for humans to contact one another. The nightmares have these little devices in the dreamworld that work kind of like phones that they use to keep in contact in the dreamworld. Alex showed hers to me once and it was honestly pretty cool. In addition to making calls you could also contact people using text or locate your friends and relatives if they were in other dreamworlds. They can also do a bunch of other things apparently, but she wasn't willing to show me any of its other functions because she was afraid that I might steal it. No human would ever steal anything from a Monster no matter how desperate they were, but I think that if someone told me that being a nightmare would earn me one of those phone things I'd leap up to be tested. Sadly, that's not the case. 

    My parents don't have a phone, and I don't know what the phone number for the village was. I used to wander by Lady Greaves place to see if anyone had contacted me, but after about a month I stopped trying. Come to think of it, I don't think I got any calls even when I worked there. My parents, like the rest of the village, were only too happy to be rid of me. 

   The declaration's supposed to happen at sunset. The Nightmare's divide the days into hours, but humans rarely bother to keep track of the time beyond sunrise, sunset, and high noon. When you only need to work to pay taxes and keep a roof of some kind over your head, and you don't need to worry about taxes when you don't have a home, time is mostly meaningless. 


     There aren't that many humans in the square, and most of them seem to be homeless like me. You can tell because they haven't bathed in a while and their clothes have all been worn for too long. I suspect that the only reason they're here is because they're curious what this declaration could be. The Shadows almost never bother trying to enforce laws on us because we're spread out so much and we don't need much. I expect that if it weren't for the laws against public nudity nobody would even wear clothes, since freezing isn't much of an issue. Most humans don't like seeing one another naked even if they don't live in a house, so that rule's staying in place regardless of what Shadows think. 

    The speaker is currently getting his notes in place. I'm not sure he's trying to look like the Shadow God, who always wears a suit regardless of what he's doing, but that's who he reminds me of. I know most Shadows wear fancy clothes so they seem more authoritative then they actually are, but I've never seen anyone wear a suit when visiting the Human realm, including some I learned later were shadows. Is he the Shadow God? He looks to be about twenty-five, which I'm told is the age of the current incarnation of the Shadow God, but he doesn't really look like a God. By which I mean that he doesn't seem to be drawing any more power in then a regular High Nightmare would be. 

    "Greetings, Humankind. It is I, James Lughton, one of your four grand leaders."

    Well, that settles it. He's a god. For reasons that no human has ever been told, the God's call themselves our "Grand Leaders". Which makes no sense, since they never actually lead us. 

    "I come from the City of Darkness to bring you a grand proclamation. I bring to you a new law that will greatly improve all of your lives."

    Why are you telling us something that everyone knows? Nobody would be here if you weren't going to declare a new law we had to follow. Also, do the Shadows actually call their city the "City of Darkness", because it sounds like a name somebody came up with in a hurry, and then everyone after that kept it because nobody could think of a better name. 

    "I bring you a law that will clear up your streets and keep you safe from lawlessness and crime that permeates your very existence."

     Everybody is mostly just confused. Most humans don't read enough to understand anything he says. I read a lot more than anybody else here, and I'm not even sure what he's saying. Is he saying that there's a lot of crime in the city? There is, but it's not like I, or anybody else for that matter, feels unsafe. I suppose the Nightmare's feel differently, but they're Nightmares, it's not like they can't defend themselves. 

    "From now on, all humans are required to be indoors at night."

     Hold on. That makes no sense. I look around, but nobody seems to be asking what, to me, is the obvious question. Okay, I can do this, I already sleep most nights after all. I put my hand up. I don't know if this will get his attention, but it's how we asked questions when I was in school. 

    He turns to me and says, "Yes?"

    "I'm not sure I understand. How can we all be indoors at night if most of us don't have a place to live? Most stores don't stay open past sun down and no one stays open all night."

     "You'll just have to find a place to live then. It's not like finding jobs is difficult. All of you should be working anyway."

     I don't know what to say. To any human, what he's saying is outrageous. Even back in the village, most people didn't have a house to themselves. They shared with their families. I knew one family of people who were only connected by a great-great-grandmother and they all lived in three rooms. Most of them didn't actually stay in that house either, but went to friend's houses or out of town whenever they could. Actually, why did so many people live in houses back home? I don't recall it being awful outside. 

     "The law will go into effect a week from today. After that point, if you're found outside past sundown you'll be thrown in prison. This concludes the declaration." He turns to the crowd and bows slowly, "May your sleep be pleasant and your dreams worry free." 

     We're humans. I'm the only one in this crowd who either sleeps or dreams. 

 

      I don't know why this new law bothers me. Yes, I'm homeless, but it's not like prison would be an awful place for me. I know the Nightmares force you to sleep in prison (it's the only way humans can really be punished after all), but I sleep so much anyway that I don't think it'd matter to me. 

     They could force me to head back to the village. At least, I've heard from some others that they're doing that to some humans who came here for work but then couldn't find a job. They say that the city isn't to provide charity to lazy humans. I don't get it. Most of us can't even sleep, and every human I know works whatever chance they get. There just isn't enough for people to do, or at least not enough jobs that most of us are able to do. I've heard that some Nightmares have jobs for humans that are willing to sleep and give them power, but no human, no matter how desperate, would ever take those sorts of jobs. Not even humans who sleep all the time anyways. 

    But recently, my Dreamworld dreams have become extremely intense. I don't think they're connected to the Nightmares, since I usually get them just after I go to sleep, but they become worse when Nightmares are searching for those of us trying to hide the fact that we're sleeping. With the new law, they're out every night, and I recently discovered that I don't always wake up before a guard spots me, which leads to a lot of people looking for you for a few days afterwards. I'm so incredibly grateful that my luck is holding up. I was worried that it wouldn't, but even though people keep spotting me, nobody has found me yet. 

     If the calendars in the library are correct, I've been in the city for almost a year. My eleventh birthday was almost a season ago. In the time I've been here I've had a job, lost a job, been spotted so many times I've lost count, done day work for a lot of people, and seen so many struggle to survive in a city where no one who's not a Nightmare worries about dying. You just need to avoid the fear that all the Nightmares evoke in humans, even when they don't mean to. But that's hard. It's almost impossibly hard. Even if you don't need to sleep, fear surrounds humanity. Fear of losing the home you and your family live in, fear of being thrown in jail for not paying your taxes, fear of reaching the end of your life and realizing that you did nothing meaningful. 

    It's even worse for me, even if I know how to live in the Dreamworld. I can't seem to figure out how Estellia, a place where dreams mean nothing, works for everybody who is able to stay awake. I can't figure how to get a job, let alone keep one. I don't know how to rent a house, or how much it would take to be able to afford one, and I don't know how I'm supposed to learn about these things. It's such common knowledge that nobody talks about it in books, even if humans aren't supposed to be the ones reading them. 

      What bothers me most are the voices I hear in my head, the ones telling me the Nightmares are getting away with what they're doing because I'm letting them. After all, every High Nightmare has to sleep on occasion, so any of them can be found in the Dreamworld, and any Nightmare in the Dreamworld is weak to lucidity. I've defeated enough of them to know this. I even defeated Alex once when her power started to consume her. Weirdly, she was profusely grateful that I did that. 

     I don't know how I can use lucidity to stop the Nightmares. I've tried praying in the temple. It works well for keeping Nightmares off my case and keeping the stores I want open, but it's not helping to get rid of this law. I've tried dreaming, both awake and asleep, which does sometimes help me find work to pass the time or to get new books in the library, but it's not making the Nightmares change their minds about us. I've thought about what else to do, and all I can think of is visiting the City of Darkness, the one in the Dreamworld, and defeating the Shadow God. Then they'll have to listen to me and repeal this awful law. 


    People describe the Infinite as being a place of nothingness, but in my opinion nothing could be further from the truth. It is, after all, where all souls are born and where they'll someday die. I'm told that birth and death don't work the same for souls as they do for humans, since time isn't a thing in the Infinite, but that's how I picture it. I think that a better way to describe the Infinite is as a place where nothing and everything exist simultaneously, a place where everything exists but nothing is real. It's a place devoid of meaning, and the point of us is to give it meaning by living our lives. That's how I see the humans who live in Dreamworlds going about their lives. The Nightmares may be the ones building the Dreamworlds, but we're the ones who give it meaning. 

    Looking at the City of Darkness, I don't think any humans live here at all. It's real, insofar as any Dreamworld is real, but nothing about it was built with meaning in mind. For one thing, all of the buildings look almost identical. They look almost identical in the Human City as well, but at least in the human city most of the buildings look worn down or broken in spots. I know it's a sign that nobody has enough money to make repairs, but at least it looks like a city people actually live in. To be fair, this is a Dreamworld, not a real place, so maybe the real place looks a bit more lived in. 

    Something I find more troubling is the lack of Starlight. Almost every Dreamworld has stars in it, and a few even have constellations. This Dreamworld has nothing but a black sky. It makes this place feel even more empty then it already does. 

    On the ground, things seem worse. There are people, and from a distance some are even talking, but up close they don’t seem to have much to say to one another. Or any facial expressions at all. Are they even real people, or are they just some sort of illusion? 

   "Excuse me, do you know where I can find James Lughton?" I ask.

    They look at me and say, "I don't know you." Then they don't say anything else. 

     This is horrible, and not only because I have no idea where the Shadow God is. Why would somebody build a Dreamworld without Humans? The fairyland was built around humans, and even the heartland has humans living in towns. This place, despite being a city, feels empty. I walk around, looking for anything that might point me in the direction of the Shadow God, cause the sooner I can leave this place the happier I'll be. Well, maybe it's better to say that I'll be less depressed. 

     There's nothing in this city. I know a lot of people dislike adds, since nobody can buy anything anyway, but at least the Human city has adds, and there's graffiti on a lot of buildings. You'll also see sculptures people have built, or drawings on the street made by children with chalk. Sometimes you'll even see people belting out songs or playing instruments for some money to spend on alcohol, which every adult I know drinks but children aren't allowed to even touch. If you look at the street you'll see the butts of the various kinds of joints people smoke, both officially and unofficially. None of that's here. It's a city of buildings, but it doesn't feel like anyone lives here. It could be an artistic decision I guess, but I don't know what it accomplishes. Who would be scared of a city that looks perfect but feels absolutely empty? 

     "Attention all citizens. I've just received word that a Human has entered our perfect city. If you have any information, please come to the Marlen square to register your complaint." 

     They call this place "our perfect city"? What is wrong with these people? 

      I guess I could head to Marlen square, wherever that is. It wouldn't surprise me if the God of Shadows himself was there somehow. If I find him, I'll be able to fight him. 

     There aren't any street signs in the human city. Supposedly the streets have names, but if they do I never learned any of them. Here, all the streets have names, and you can find them on signs in the intersections. The reason for this is that Nightmares, unlike humans, use things like cars to help them move around more easily. Humans can ride in cars, but no human would ever get enough money to own one. If you want to move between cities, you need a bus ticket. While I do wish to leave the human city someday, I never want to ride a bus ever again. 

     I don't really know where I'm going, so I draw out a map to where Marlen square is in my head and then follow it. I don't know if the route I picked out is how you're supposed to get to the square from where I am, but I discovered a long time ago that if I'm in a dream world and I try to dream like I'm awake, I'll change the Dreamworld I'm in to match it. It's a huge boon when escaping nightmares, but it's not much use otherwise. 

    By the time I reach the square I'm exhausted. I don't know if it's supposed to be a long way from where I am, but I tend to make the routes between places longer then I might otherwise need them to be. That way it feels more real and less wrong, if that makes sense. 

     The square, like the rest of the city, is flawless, but that just makes it feel more wrong. It has everything you might expect of a town or city square; fountains, parks, trees, but there all the plainest versions of those things. Think of what you would put in a park if someone told you to put a fountain there and gave you no further instructions and you'll get an idea of what it looks like. In front of the generic fountain, there's a table. Nobody is at the table, which looks like they got it from a secondhand store. I should know, if my parents bought me anything it came from either a secondhand store or was a donation from one of our neighbors. 

     I assume the table is where one can go to register complaints. I don't see how you do that, since there's nothing on it at all. Wait, did they put this here to lure me into the square so they could trap me in a Dreamworld dream?

     "Hello there."

     I guess that answers my question. I turn and see exactly who I was hoping to see.

     The Shadow's God. 

    "I'd ask what a human is doing in my Dreamworld, but I suppose the answer is obvious. You're trying to avoid making any contributions to Estellia's survival, aren't you?

    I have so many questions right now. Is this entire city just the Dreamworld of the Shadow God. If it is, why did he make it so plain and lifeless? Do Shadows pick their gods based on whether or not they lack any meaningful personality? Right now, I have to stay focused. My goal is to ruin him so he'll repeal the law. 

    "I'm a human. My goal is to contribute as little to the Nightmares as possible. I don't care about the greater good of Estellia. It's not my job to care. My job now is to keep Nightmares from throwing us all in prison because they refuse to give us enough work to do. If that means I have to kill you, I will stop at nothing to accomplish that."

     He looks annoyed. "You say that your goal is to contribute nothing. Yet you dare to complain that I'm doing something to make life in your pathetic city a little less awful? Do you not realize that I could have you killed, for real, before you have a chance to wake up? Did you hear that story about the human who could go lucid and take out High Nightmares without thinking about it and assume that gave you the right to complain to a God who did something you didn't like?"

     "All humans can go lucid. We just know that you don't want us to so we try not to upset you. You can't blame me for wanting to fight when things don't go my way. That's all you Nightmares ever do, complain when we don't do what you want us to do. You complain that we do nothing, but you never do anything to convince us that we should behave otherwise."

     Naturally he attacks me. All Nightmares have attacks and special skills for taking each other on in fights. I don't know what any of them are, and I can't tell the difference between them even up close. I've discovered, through multiple fights with Nightmares hoping for an easy source of power, that if tell myself that they don't hurt they don't do any damage most of the time. I think it helps that the attacks use power and no Nightmare I've met wants me to have any power of my own. 

    The attack ends, but the power still surround me like a dark cloud. I remind it that I can't become a Nightmare, and no human is supposed to draw power anyway, so it had better leave me alone. I picture starlight in my mind, starlight so blinding that it cuts through your very existence. I pick up my necklace, hold it over my head, and fill it with starlight.

    You don't fight Nightmares. You destroy them before they hurt you.

    Light engulfs both of us. The difference is that I'm used to the feeling that everything's ended for a brief moment in time. He isn't. When the light goes away, he vanishes with it. 

     "Let it be known," I say to the spot where he was standing, "That this will be your fate every night until you let us sleep where we want to again. We humans are not your playthings. Without us, you would not be able to survive."

    As soon as I finish saying that, I wake up. The sun isn't yet up, but I can feel dawn approaching. I'm not usually a morning person, but strangely I'm not that sleepy. Something I've noticed is that I seem to need less sleep if I'm fighting off Nightmares. Maybe channeling starlight helps. 

    

     It's been a month since I fought the Shadow God. The law was repealed a day after I woke up that morning. I'm told the process usually takes a lot longer, but they decided to rush it since they were worried about people getting hurt.

    At least, that's what they tell us.

   What happened was that they increased the number of Guards in the City tenfold. It became much harder to sleep then it used to be. It was so bad that I had to stay awake for nearly four days, and started having visions of the Shadow God making lucidity illegal and killing all humans who fought back. I woke up in front of a flower shop. The guards went away after that. I want to pretend that they were afraid of me, but the truth is I don't know what happened. 

   Life's gone back to normal. It sucks, but at least I don't have to worry about being sent home now. I confess, I'd forgotten what it was like to not be allowed to sleep every night. My parents kept trying to force me to stay awake, thinking I'd eventually be able to stay awake all the time like they did. That I couldn't master that skill is most of the reason they sent me away.

    One thing I keep wondering is why the Shadow God disappeared after I engulfed him in light. I know he's a shadow, and according to the dictionary shadow once was the darkness projected by humans when they blocked a light source. Maybe he can only live in darkness. But every Nightmare I've fought has also disappeared when I use my necklace to channel light. Most of the time I don't even need to do that to beat them. I always thought it was because I was lucky enough to only encounter Nightmares any human could beat easily. After all, we've all heard of humans who can fight back against Nightmares even if they have no power of their own. Now, though, I wonder if some of them were actually the kind of Nightmares I'd be afraid of if I could still see Nightmare forms. Could it be I've turned into the kind of human most Nightmares say their terrified of meeting? 


Thursday, September 8, 2022

Questions on Society

    I wish there was a place to learn about society. If you want to learn about what it looks like from the top down, you don't have to look very far, but if you want to learn about what it looks like from the bottom up you have to look hard, and you still won't have a lot of good answers. I feel like a lot of our problems could be solved if we knew what causes people to put society's wants over their own and vice versa. I know the easy answer is that people are just following whatever people in charge tell them to do, but I have a feeling it isn't like that at all. I know that thinking as much as I do is rare, but I just don't believe that everyone is as willing to just do what everyone else tells them to without input. I understand wanting to make other people happy, it's built into everyone, but shutting off your brain entirely? 

    I know that most people value being part of a group more then anything else. I'd go so far as to argue that whether or not you're a part of society is mostly dependent on whether or not you can find a group to join. It's not about being a member of society, it's about being a member of a part of society. I know that a lot of people don't want to go against members of their group because the group has become a major part of their identity. But is everyone so devoted to their group they go along with what the leaders of that group say even if they disagree? What circumstances change how willing they are to disagree?  

    It goes deeper then that. I've read that people are inherently selfish, so why do so many charities exist and why do we value giving them money so much? If so many people are bigots, why do we think that bigotry is such a big problem? If we keep saying we want society to be less cruel, why do we vote against policies that would make it less so? Is it just because we're all evil deep down? Is it because we can't care about every issue that affects everyone around us, so we focus on the issues close to our hearts? Is the problem that society is making us evil, or are our actions poisoning society? Are we using society as a way to excuse our awful behavior, or are we going along with the direction society is pushing us because we think we'd make the wrong choices otherwise? 

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

The Dreamling

    Nothing is real in the Infinite, but some things are less unreal then others. Or so I remember being told. Only the Dreamworlds are supposed to look real. If you end up outside of a Dreamworld, you wind up in a world where everything is completely dark, or you're surrounded by so much light it's overwhelming. Maybe, if you get really lucky, you see both at once.

    What most people don't talk about are the dreams within the Dreamworlds. I don't know how else to describe them. Unlike Dreamworlds, which look real but aren't real at all, these don't look real at all. At least not when you think back on them. They look like places that could exist, but only if everyone involved was completely insane. Humans never seem to get these dreams, but I get them all the time because I need to sleep. I hate them, because even though I don't get any of the bad ones, like being chased by a large monster, they scare me badly. One dream I remember vividly is when I was put in charge of managing a magical book of paint samples, and I kept losing it and people kept getting mad at me. I realized how stupid this was when I woke up. Not even the dreamer, who's known for turning mundane objects into powerful items, would create a magical book of paint samples. Though it is said that Dalton, the most powerful Shadow to have ever existed, fought his enemies with a rubber duck. 

   I've never met a single other human who's had one of those dreams, but I'm told Nightmares get them a lot. They don't need to sleep, but you can't create Dreamworlds when you're awake, and most of the power the Nightmares use comes from others entering their dreamworlds. So they sleep, and they dream, and some of their dreams make no sense. When I asked Alex why people get these dreams when they sleep, she told me, "No one knows. They used to think that these dreams were messages from the Infinite, but now most people say they're just our souls trying to tell us truths we'd rather not acknowledge. My mother says that without them, we wouldn't be able to build the dreamworlds correctly because it's only in dreams that we can see the world the way humans do."

      When she said "we" she meant Nightmares, of course. I sleep a lot, but I'll never be part of the world she was born into, even if that's what I wanted. 

    Something that no one, even Nightmares, struggle with, is day dreams. I've read that everyone, even humans, can get them, but everyone seems to view them as a nuisance. I have them a lot, mostly because when you don't have a house, can't go to school, and can't find work there's not much else to do. So I sit by myself, dreaming that I'm in the Temple, or in the Heartland, or talking to one of the god's. Well, one of the two gods I know the names of. All of them died shortly before I was born, so while we know the current avatars of the Shadow and Fairy Gods, we don't yet know who the Avatars of the Sorcerer and Monster gods. I'm told that the Sorcerer god has been identified, but no one knows her name yet, just that it's a girl. Not even the Gods know who the Monster God is, though my money is on Alex. She's who I imagine the Monster God to be. I don't know who the Sorcerer God is, and the land the Sorcerer's live in scares me. It's not scary, I just don't think a human as stupid as I am belongs in a world devoted to knowledge and study, no matter how much she loves to read and write. Sorcerers don't dream when they should be awake and aware of the world around them. But I do. I did it even when I lived back home, a place I don't dare go back to because I know my parents would be angry at me for being unable to hold down the job they got for me and too scared to find another one. So I wander the streets of the Homeland, where the city of humans is, and dream about being anywhere else. 

    In my daydreams, everyone calls me a Dreamling, a human of such little worth that their only purpose is to dream for the Nightmares. I used to get called that a lot back home, mostly when my parents weren't looking. Nobody thought I had to sleep, they thought I did it because my parents let me get away with it. Nobody in the city knows me well enough to think I'm anything but an ordinary bum, but in my head they know the only think I know how to do is dream. Dream of the worlds humans cannot enter, but so many sacrifice everything they have to try. I won't lie, I do find them enticing. They glitter with the promise of a world better than the one you live in now, but are filled with the warning that if you screw up everything you cherish will be taken from you. I've read a lot of stories about humans who work hard to get into the Nightmare's cities, only to be crushed under the pressure of trying to live in them. I can't even manage to live in the human world, I don't want to think about living in the Nightmare cities, though Alex is convinced that's my goal in life. 

     The  thought that I'll never be anything more than a Dreamling haunts me. It's such a frightening thought that most of my Dreamworld dreams are about me being back home, only it's not home. It's just a place that looks like home, with a woman who only vaguely resembles my mother. I go through my day, going to school, running errands, meeting Alex to talk about what her mother wants. I don't know why but in my dreams her mother runs a hair salon, and my mother has a part time job working there. Everyone hates me, they say that if it wasn't for me they would be able to fight back against the Nightmares. I know that it's my fault, so I try to wake up to end everyone's pain. But I can't. Something always stops me. I run to the temple, trying to find answers, but nothing tells me how to escape this town. I run around the Infinite, looking in every Dreamworld I can find, and I still can't figure out how to wake up. Eventually, the Nightmares put a shield up around the town, trapping me in it so I have no choice but to stay in the dream forever. I go as lucid as I can, glimpsing sunlight, before being pulled back into sleep. But I still become awake enough to remember what I have to do, how this dream always ends. I have to find the other four artefacts of the gods.

     I don't know if the artefacts exist, but in my dreams each of the gods has one magic artefact that demonstrates their status as temporary avatars. The shadow god wears a circle with a dot at the center, the fairy god has charm that's just a line, the monster god has a tetrahedron and the sorcerer god has an octahedron with an hourglass inside of it. These artefacts, combined with my star necklace, are the only way I can escape this dream. 

     So I hunt down the gods. Since this is a dream, and since I'm very lucid at this point, I can do this without any problem at all. The hardest part is defeating Alex, but I do it anyway. I will do anything to keep from sleeping forever. With the power of the Artefacts, I wake up at last, seeing the sunlight once more. 

    I have this dream often enough that even when it's daylight I still picture the village I'm trapped in. In moments when I'm looking at job postings to see if there's anything I'm both willing and able to do, I hear villagers yell at me for allowing Nightmares to torment them. When I see announcements from the gods, I see myself defeating them so that I may awaken. When I go to the heartland to meet up with Alex, which I try to do at least once a week, I pray that I'll never have to defeat her when I'm awake, the way I do when I'm asleep. It's feels, to me, like my dreamworld dreams and my daydreams are beginning to connect, which I don't think they should. After all, what would happen if Estellia ever connected with the Dreamworlds, or worse the Infinite? 

Tuesday, September 6, 2022

The Want of a Platform

    My goal for this Blog was always to be myself. I didn't want to become famous for being something I couldn't live up to in real life. If that meant that no one followed me, I was, and still am, okay with that. 

    One thing I keep coming back to is the question, "How famous do I want to be and what am I willing to do to get there?" Basically the problem is that I really want to make a living as a writer, and in order to do that I need to be famous. The problem is that up until late last year I'd never tried to draw attention to myself, both because the thought made me nervous and also because I've gotten the distinct impression over the years that I'm not the kind of person that people want to notice. So trying to get people to notice me just feels wrong. I don't even advertise on social media that much. 

    It doesn't help that there seem to be a lot of ways that I could become famous. Advertising, asking for shout-outs, building a platform on a seemingly infinite number of social media accounts, it's really overwhelming. 

    I think the thing that makes me want fame the least is the fact that I think once I get past a certain number of follower blogging won't be fun anymore. It doesn't matter if I set out to be authentic, I've been trained my entire life to put other peoples desires before my own and I hate disappointing people. There may someday be someone reading this thinking, "Why are you worried about being famous? You don't write like a person who wants fame more then anything and it's almost impossible to become famous unless you really want it." You would be right, hypothetical reader from the future. Alas, sensible arguments are rarely effective against a brain that's determined to be worried about everything. 

    For now, though, I'm glad that I can write for more then just gaining an audience. I do hope my audience, when I finally find one, likes me because I don't market myself much. It's not a matter of authenticity, no one can be authentic when squeezed through the internet pipeline no matter how badly they want to be. It's about being someone that nobody else is willing to be, and encouraging others to do the same. The best thing in the world would be a society in which nobody feels like they have to hide. 

Monday, September 5, 2022

Our Mother

 Endlessly patient,
Gently pushing us towards the light,
She watches us fondly,
Waiting for the moment we'll grow up enough
To leave her nest.

We aren't her only children,
She would never play favorites,
But she loves us for what we represent;
Freedom from fear and loneliness.
Freedom from the darkness consuming 
Her soul.

She cries out in pain,
She can't help it,
She can't hide the weight
The Universe placed on her
No matter how much she wants to.

She's crying for help,
Pleading with us to listen,
"I can protect you no longer my children,
Soon you must see the world as it really is,
Not a place of safety, not a place that would kill you if it could,
But a place of apathy and emptiness. 
I want so badly to save you from your fate but I cannot,
For no soul has yet escaped the Infinite being consuming us
Piece at a time.
Please, my children, save yourselves from damnation,
Save yourselves from a world that only wants to forget you,
Save yourselves from the cold passage of time,
For now you have no one else."

We cry out, "we will save you, our mother!"
Others call back, "We should have left long ago,
Her fate is not our concern."
But what if we cannot save her?
What if we have nowhere else to go?

Sunday, September 4, 2022

My Power

    I have a very strong opinion on power; the people in power only have power because we choose to give it to them, and they keep it by tricking us into forgetting that we did. That's the reason people keep insisting that ordinary people can't change society, despite the fact that ordinary people are the only reason society exists in the first place. Not even a dictator can run a country without the consent of his people. Not all of his people, of course, but enough of them so that his rule isn't challenged by those who think he's not doing anything for them (small side note, why are there no female dictators? Shouldn't women have the right to be evil?)

     I can't take the power away from a person on my own, but people react to my actions even if they disagree with me. It helps to remember that when I feel powerless. Our Universe wasn't made to be a place where our choices don't matter, after all. It was meant to be a place where actions, no matter how small, always have consequences and those consequences bring about other consequences. It's what makes our Universe different from The Infinite.

    Rallies and protests are flashy, but they aren't how real change happens. Change happens when we decide to be who we truly are and not what society says we're supposed to be. Change happens when we decide that our voices should be heard, and we keep shouting until they are. In a world that demands you conform to needs of those above you, the truest act of rebellion is to be yourself. 

Saturday, September 3, 2022

My Experiences

     The hardest part about being autistic is trying to describe your life to non-autistic people. When you're an autistic person, you don't see yourself as autistic, you see yourself as normal. It's everybody else who's weird. Someone gets mad at you for breaking something, you don't think "Oh god, I'm so sorry," you think, "Why would you put something breakable where it could get knocked over if I wasn't focusing on not breaking it specifically." If you get yelled at for forgetting to do chores, you don't think, "Sorry, I just forgot." or even, "I don't see why the chores are my problem anyway." you think, "I just didn't feel like doing them right now." Being autistic means getting yelled at a lot for things you don't think are your fault, and god help you if you get told you have to do something right this second and you dare to complain about it. They don't see themselves as undoing all you had planned for the day, or taking away mental energy you had budgeted for something else, they see themselves as making you do your fair share. 

     This goes the other way to. Allistic people don't see themselves as being different from you. They can't see your brain working, they just see a person who's mostly normal until suddenly they aren't. I can't speak for allistic people, since I'm not allistic, but I think it boils down to them thinking that everyone thinks like they do. If something's bothering them then it must bother you, so why aren't you doing anything to fix it. 

     I also think a lot of resentment boils down to the fact that most of us aren't living in a world that was built for our needs. I don't have any hard data, but from my time online I get the impression that most people want to work fewer days a week, have a lot more money then they do, have more opportunities to go places, and have more time to spend with their friends and family. Society isn't built to give them more then the bare minimum, and most people are afraid of asking for more for fear the people around them will view them as entitled. So when a person comes along who can't get by on the bare minimum, people don't feel sympathetic, they feel resentful. They can't see what the person asking for more is struggling with, so they don't understand why they need more stuff to succeed. 

     I'm not asking for allistics/neurotypicals to be more sympathetic to people with disabilities. I'm asking them to start demanding more from the world. Think about it, we live in a world where the billionaires horde everything. Do you really think they did anything, in this life or any of their past lives, to deserve so much money? We don't have to wait for the next election to speak up about things that are bothering us, and we shouldn't shut our mouths just because people say it's better to stay quiet. The web has been around for over twenty years, why are we still debating the power of raising our voices. Don't aim to change people, aim to change the world that made them what they are. It's easier they you might think. 

Friday, September 2, 2022

History

    I hate history. How can we have a subject dedicated to what "actually" happened when nobody knows what's going on anymore? We haven't known what's real for almost a thousand years now, we don't even have reliable physics any more. Most people don't think we had reliable physics in the first place, we were just really good at convincing ourselves that we did. 

    I know everything that happened after about 2075 or so. I have to, it's part of my job. I know how, after our amazing failure at stopping global warming, we rebuilt everything by scratch, piece at a time. It was slow, messy, and took centuries, but we pulled it off. Because the human race is amazing and nothing can defeat us. Unfortunately, even before global warming destroyed everything people were beginning to notice that when you looked at things at a large enough scale, things didn’t add up. Even back in 2020 people were theorizing that there was no such thing as an objectively real world, it was all subjective in the eyes of its inhabitants. We found our first evidence of that in 2110, it was confirmed in 2403 and everything we've done since then has been to try and keep our world real while figuring out what laws magic runs by, if it even runs by laws. I suppose I should be grateful that we at least have actual scientist studying magic now, and the discipline isn't run by random people writing novels anymore. Though even back when it was the rules were oddly consistent. Given how people react when reality fails, I guess it isn't very surprising. 

   We have no way of knowing what, if anything, was going on before the 2000's. We have written records, but they aren't reliable enough for anyone to get any real data from. The problem is that the further back into the past you attempt to look, the messier it becomes. It turns out that little changes can lead to huge outcomes, but it also turns out that sometimes changing something seemingly massive can have little to no impact on history at all. Most of our records could be justified by any number of steps from a certain point, and we have no way of knowing what actually happened. 

    That doesn’t stop people from judging you if you don't "know" what happened in the 1800's or something. Like what people thought back then had any impact on today. Well, I guess the ancestors are the reason we're stuck with a dating system that doesn't make any sense. No one I know worships Christianity any more. A lot of people respect it, but most agree that by the twenty-first century it was showing its age, and by the twenty-second there were better, more consistent belief systems to use. Okay, I guess it's a stretch to call them "better", since there are still a lot of jerks who worship the Universe, just as they used to worship god. Also there's the fact that while we have a solution to the problem of evil, nobody knows how to deal with the problem of Utopia. I get that conflict can make a world stronger, but it can also tear a world apart, so why make it impossible for people to have a "perfect" world if that's what they want? 

    Rose doesn't know much about this. She's only about four, and the local schools aren't as good as the one I went to back in America. I haven't been to school in three years, but I study at home whenever I can. The people in charge would love for me to miss an obvious fact that everyone knows so they can justify killing me off and letting somebody else rule over earth, but I won't let that happen. I can't argue that they would probably do a better job, but I will argue that it's better for everyone not to have the jerks in charge of Earth's government have control of earth's ruler. None of them know how magic works, and none of them understand the danger it's putting us in. 

Thursday, September 1, 2022

A Maladaptive Dreamer

    There's this thing called Maladaptive Daydreaming disorder. I strongly suspect that I have it. I've been seeing it mentioned more and more these days, and I've decided that I want to talk about my experiences as a woman whose favorite hobby is daydreaming. 

     I want to state up front that I'm not looking for sympathy. After all, I'm a writer and compulsive daydreaming is perfect if you want to write things. I'm just trying to reduce the stigma I and many other people feel when talking about their experiences. Also, I want daydreaming to be more accepted in our society in general. I don't think we should be daydreaming all day, or even devoting all of our free time to it, but I think it sucks that you're supposed to spend your childhood having wonderful imaginary adventures but once you reach about eight or nine, you're just supposed to let go of your imagination and focus on the real world. Yes, some of us are lucky to reconnect with our fantastical side in adulthood, but a lot of us aren't. 

    I'm not going to pretend that being a dreamer is all sunshine and rainbows. I am one of those people who prefers talking with my imaginary friends to talking to real people. After all, if anything goes wrong the off switch is right there. Then there's the problem of me being almost unable to focus on anything that doesn't involve daydreaming. My brain has constant access to an easy source of stimulation, so if I try to get it to do anything else it threatens to quit. 

    Maybe one of the benefits of growing up in the digital age is that everyone, to a degree, understands what it's like to compulsively daydream. Why do something boring like spend time with your family when your phone is right there after all? Maybe people like me, who don't have to worry about being bored, can help those who are trying to remember what it's like to let your brain become silent