Whenever our mind wonders into the realm of infinite possibility it creates a shadow world. Such a world exists permanently, from that moment to forever more. I once traveled to one of these shadow worlds myself. I lost consciousness while staring into a very old mirror in the attic. I had been thinking about the past. My old teacher was in my old classroom. She asked me to take my seat. Just like that I was back in the sixth grade. After a while, I realized that the lesson didn’t make sense. My teacher was mixing things up. When I looked at the room more closely I discovered that it was incomplete. Many books lacked definition. Posters were illegible. Colors were somehow wrong, bland. Then I realized that most of the students didn’t quite have face. Yet, they were staring in my direction. I got up out of my seat and backed toward the classroom window. Mrs. Pterin said, “Angie, please return to your seat.” Her face was morphing, perhaps I couldn’t quite remember which of my elementary school teachers were which. I turned toward the window. There was nothing but shifting viscous darkness outside. I began to panic. As the tears began to swell up from behind my eyes, I began to see myself in the glass. I felt someone’s hand on my back. My insides churned and my neck bristled.
I shivered staring at myself in the mirror once again. I suspected that I had just experienced my first lucid dream. It had seemed so real, but how could it be. My father ascended the attic staircase and demanded that I tell him where I had been for the last hour. Apparently my sister had come up looking for me and could not find me anywhere.
I had truly traveled to another place.
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