THE TRUE AWAKENING
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The flat screen flickered off at the press of a button. Jacob Alexander laid on his bed in silence, chiding himself for thinking there would actually be something on TV worth watching - something that didn't involve the event. The odd winter of 2012. The Phenomenon of 12/12. The Month Of The Dream. The Awakening. For the whole month of December, everyone joined in on one, big psychedelic trip. Dreams were so realistic that it became extremely difficult to know when you were awake, or when you were sleeping. Some didn't even wake up; Stuck in limbo between the real and unreal, it came to a point where some tried everything they could to stay awake. Jacob was among that few. He cringes just thinking about it; reliving that helpless feeling of losing control, forcing him to do anything to get it back, like shooting adrenaline into his veins just to stay up. A lot of students at the university did it. Hell, even some professors joined in. But in the end, it backfired, intensifying the experience like a sensory overload when you eventually drifted back to sleep. And everyone eventually drifted back to sleep. The dreams were more like nightmares, forcing him to relive his days back in a wheel chair with globs of tumors ripping out from his backside like ravenous insects. It wasn't always so bad - in fact there were periods of absolute bliss that felt extremely euphoric. However, nothing good ever lasts as they say, and more often than not, he would be sent back into a spiraling mayhem of disproportion and mental chaos. But on that late midnight on Tuesday, when the year became anew, he closed his eyes and for the first time in weeks slept a dreamless sleep. It has been this way ever since, with maybe a few dreams here and there, but for the most part - he was back to normal. Everything was back to normal. Even those that went into a coma, found themselves waking up with the rest of the world.
For the next six months that followed, the people of Earth slowly pieced themselves back together with a fiery curiosity. They ran to their churches, mosques, synagogues and temples, believing the world was ending. They flooded hospitals in fear of a pandemic. They protested to their governments in endless droves. Everyone had questions. Nobody had answers. Yet overtime as the dust began to settle, and the dreams weren't as vivid as before, it was as if there was a sense of unity in the world, fueled by sharing such a wild experience that could not be explained. Was it scientific? spiritual? To Jacob, he didn't care. All that mattered was that a sense of normalcy was restored and he prayed that it forever stayed this way. He wanted to hang out with his friends again and go to the beach and hit on hot girls. He wanted to finish up school and finally get his bachelors in journalism so he could quit his stinking job at-
Wait. What time is it? Ah, shit!
Jacob flew out of his apartment by 9:21 am. He rushed down five flights of stairs while patting his jeans and cardigan sweater pockets, making sure his phone, work keys and wallet were on his person. Shit. Where's my wallet?! By the time Jacob realized that it was sitting on his living room coffee table, he was already out on the sidewalk. He quickly pulled out his phone. 9:24 am. "Shit!" He shifted back and forth, estimating whether or not he could make it on time if he went back to his apartment to get it. Playing it safe, he continued on and spat a series of curse words out into the chilly morning air. His self-deprecating tirade didn't go unnoticed.
"Ooooh! Mom that boy is saying bad words!" A little girl in a purple bubble jacket said to her now glaring mother.
Flustered, Jacob threw his hands up. "So sue me!" He yelled, now sprinting away.
"I willllllll!!" She squeaked.
"FFFiiiiinnnnneeeeeeee!!!!" He screamed back, his voice trailing off as he ran down the street. Turning on 5th, he dodged business suits with coffee cups and joggers with small dogs, making a sharp right onto Main. Jacob spotted the boutique store and surf shop and ran a little more faster until he ended up at Lux's Records. A line of people formed near the entrance. Their grumpy faces said it all, but they added extra commentary just to make sure Jacob got the message.
Ignoring the exasperated sighs and eye-rolling, Jacob finally unlocked the security gate and door, trudging into the cramped, musty shop, already feeling drained. The customers filed in after him, then fanned out to begin their browsing. Flying over to the back room, he entered the password to deactivate the security alarm, then flicked the store lights on.
"Hey! You there?" A woman yelled from the front counter.
Jacob appeared from the back room, putting on his best smile as he powered on the cash register. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, for one... you can start by being on time." Snorts and scoffs echoed about the room. Jacob clenched his teeth and balled his hands up into fists, but his smile never waned. The woman bent down to grab a large bag, then set it on the counter. "I bought these here. None of them work. I want a refund. Now."
Jacob peered over and looked at the cluttered stack of records inside. None of them had covers or sleeves. "Sure. Do you have a receipt mam?"
It was as if the question insulted the woman's ancestry, for her wrinkled face creased boldly like cracked glass from a dirty old window. "Umm...Excuse me? No. No. No. What do you think this is? In all the years I've been here, I never needed a receipt when I returned something. Where is your manager? Where's Craig? Craig always lets me return records without a receipt. This is unac-"
Jacob took one big sigh and exhaled slowly as she continued her diatribe. He began tuning out her words, observing her caricature-like facial expressions, laughing inside at how she looked like a snapping crocodile. At this point, all of the customers in the store had stopped what they were doing and focused on the drama that was quickly unfolding. "Hello!?! Anything in that head of yours?"
Just another shitty ass Monday morning. Shitty, but normal, and that's all Jacob wants. Normalcy.
The rest of his shift went by in a flash and before he knew it, he was back in his apartment before sundown. Jacob found his wallet off the coffee table, then threw it against the wall. Bastard! He yelled, watching it flop onto the ground, credit cards and coins flying everywhere. Not having any money forced Jacob to work on an empty stomach. His phone was dead by the first hour of his shift - his fault to bare for neglecting to charge it the night before - so he couldn't call anyone to bring him food. Not even Bernard, his bearded pothead coworker had spare change, much less any munchies to quench his appetite with. Jacob clutched his stomach as it loudly grumbled, then grabbed the leftover Mexican food and a Heineken out the fridge and feasted like a caveman. By the time he finished, Jacob was bloated with content and slightly buzzed, his mood quickly changed for the better. More relaxed now, he motioned from the small dining table, to the old leather couch in the living room and turned the TV on to a basketball game. Slowly, his eyes began to feel heavy, and after several failed attempts of trying to stay awake, he nodded off to sleep.
The cool wind swelled around Jacob's body, manifesting a soothing calmness from within. He inhaled softly, breathing in an array of scented fauna that offered rich textures. Pine. Spice. Honey nectar. Where the hell am I? He could feel waves of glowing light streaming through him like soft trickles of electricity. Then he opened his eyes and stared at his own body, bathed in a white aura. Oh no... It's happening again. The awakening is back. No... A rush of panic swept over him, his breathing more erratic. He looked around, but all her could see was an endless ocean of tall, bladed grass, swaying to-and-fro against the swirling winds. Then out into the horizon he saw it. Two giant orbs floating out into the distance, both resembling the earth and the moon.
Jacob started to run, but as he did, he felt an increasing jolt of energy encapsulate his entire being. It was as if he were strapped to the front of a bullet train, blazing forward at incredible speeds, to the point where everything around him became smudges. "Agh!!!" The energy flowing through him began spinning like butterflies, frizzling through his stomach and veining out to the rest of his body as he bolted through the open tundra. What exhilaration! How fast am I going?! Jacob honed in, concentrating as he began running even faster. At this point he couldn't see anything in front of him, and the energies were beginning to feel heavy. Like his insides were being pulled down. Jacob tried to stop but his trajectory remained at constant. "What the hell is happening!?"
-- Stop! --
A calming female voice entered into his thoughts, though it did little to stop Jacob from panicking. "I..I don't know how!" Jacob blinked his eyes, spotting the silhouette of something forming from the blurring terrain.
-- Release! --
A chain of blue lightning flashed into Jacob's eyes. He winced as it traveled through his mind, then, as if suddenly recalling a forgotten memory, he postured back and slid his feet forward, spreading his arms out wide.
-- Release! --
The built up energies inside of him began to leave, shooting out from his hands as they arced like two beams, fading out into the sky. It felt like gasping for fresh air after staying in the deep end of a swimming pool for too long. His body began to slow down as his vision readjusted from blurring lines, to seeing thick foliage, until he ended up in front of a stony construct. "W,where the hell am I? What just happened?"
-- Be calm. Wait for the others. Everything will be explained. Be calm... be calm... --
Before Jacob could ask anything else, as if by command, the anxieties festering from within became fleeting shadows. That tranquil sensation he first experienced upon his arrival here, came rushing back, putting him at ease from his thoughts. This dream felt so realistic, unlike anything he had ever experienced - yes, even during the awakening. But what does this all mean? How did I do the things I just did? A glimpsing figure blinked into view from his peripheral. Jacob turned and saw an ebony colored feline, watching with iridescent eyes. "Who are you?" He said, rubbing the temples of his forehead. "And who are these others?"
-- I am Cathias, young one. Fear not. All will be answered soon. I am bringing them all here, to this place. --
Though suspicions still lingered, this being named Cathias, projected a soothing aura that kept Jacob in a peaceful state. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Fumes of energy snaked from his lips and evaporated into thin air, leaving Jacob in a state of nirvana. More clear headed now, he finally looked and observed the majestic structure that stood before him, marveling in its extravagance.