Dear reader, I wish I could tell you that I made it all up.

I wish I could tell you where I found myself shortly after falling asleep. But I can tell you every bit of its glorious detail. And I can tell you for certain that we are simply not alone.

Shower? Done.

Pajamas? On.

Curl Up Into Nice, Clean Bed Sheets? D-O-N-E, DONE!!

Reaching down, I turned on the heating pad I place beneath my pillow. It helps with sleeping, they say. Now, I can’t go a night without it. But tonight, especially tonight, I had taken too many hits of my marijuana vape pen and my head felt heavy. Heavy enough to keep me from my nightly routine of reading before passing out. Both the gentle warmth from the heating pad below my pillow and the anchor in my mind often kept me asleep for most of the night. Compared to only three or four hours a night, this was a welcome feeling I wanted to enjoy as often as possible.

My people were waiting for me on the other side.

It’s kind of like that show Outlander with the stones – slipping back and forth.

Falling.

Descending.

The kind of feeling you get when you’re at the dentist when they ask you to count backward from ten.

My eyes struggled to open – it was high noon. I was perched beneath a great oak tree at the peak of a low-rising grassy plain. This is my favorite place when I’m feeling stressed or weighed down. You couldn’t beat the views, either.

Several miles down the grassy plain is a village I could best describe as something out of the Trigun anime, but with less desert and more grass, surrounded by the crescent-shaped forest. Yeah, I’m a nerd – get over it. And like an anime, I found myself in the clothing style of the people that lived in the village off in the distance.

No explanation how I always ended up here.

I am okay with that.

But like all good things, this will one day end.

And only days ago did it not only end, leaving me with this scar on my chest, but also reaffirmed my beliefs.
This village…this place…there’s nothing else like it. Or rather – was.

But the truth is I wish I could tell you how it all ended. I wish I could tell you the voice I heard was as pleasant as I remembered. In the end, it didn’t matter what the voice said so much as what it meant. And repeating his words – I fear – will only summon him once more.

Sometimes…

…some things, and people, are better left dead.