The young man’s voice seems to emanate from a distant city, beyond the tree line bordering the field. Though I cannot see the city itself, I distinctly hear the characteristic sounds of urban civilization. The distant rumble of traffic forms a constant background noise, punctuated by the indistinct murmur of conversations and occasional tolling of church bells. All these sounds blend into an urban symphony both familiar and strangely distant.
But there is more than mere sound. I can feel the presence of countless humans, as if perceiving the collective energy of thousands of lives. Each life seems to carry its own hopes, fears, dreams, and struggles. This sensation both exhilarates and overwhelms, reminding me of the complexity and diversity of human experience.
The call “Find me” continues to echo in my mind, creating a sense of urgency and responsibility I cannot ignore. I feel compelled to search for this unknown human, yet the magnitude of the task seems insurmountable. I have no idea who seeks my help, or why. I know neither this person’s appearance nor where to begin my search.
This vague and seemingly impossible quest leaves me perplexed. How can I find someone I know nothing about, in a city I cannot even see? The voice seems both near and far, as if emanating from another plane of existence. This adds yet another layer of mystery to the strange mission.
Despite my uncertainty, I sense this search holds importance, perhaps even crucial significance. My destiny and that of this unknown person might be linked in ways I cannot yet comprehend. This sensation strangely reminds me of certain past missions, where each decision could carry unpredictable and far-reaching consequences.
I stand there, hesitating, torn between answering this mysterious call and acknowledging the immensity of the task apparently before me. But before I can decide, everything vanishes as I return my attention to the field’s center.
Before me now stands the sun, majestic and imposing, with the universe as its backdrop. An impossible vision in the real world, yet here, in this oneiric space, it seems perfectly natural. Strangely, I can distinguish the stars despite our star’s blinding brilliance. Each star shines with its own light, forming a cosmic tapestry of breathtaking beauty.
The universe, in its immensity, demands nothing. It simply is. This silent and immutable presence contrasts strongly with the calls and conflicts I perceived earlier. Faced with this vastness, my concerns suddenly seem insignificant.
Perplexed by these choices before me – the chaos of war, the mysterious call from the city, or the silent contemplation of the universe – I ask aloud: “So what do I do now?”
Barely have these words left my lips when I feel a powerful force brutally pulling me back into my room.
I open my eyes, finding myself back in bed, my heart pounding and my mind buzzing. A smile forms on my lips. This experience, more intense and controlled than all previous ones, has taught me something crucial. I now know how to reproduce this phenomenon at will. Every detail, every phase of what I call an IOJ (Inner Oneiric Journey) appears clearly to me.
As I fully regain awareness of my physical environment, I realize that this oneiric journey might not just be a fascinating experience, but also a valuable tool.
In the months to come, these journeys could become my door to unsuspected realities, perhaps even the key to understanding what awaits me beyond this life that I have chosen to shorten.