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The Mysterious World Of Extraordinary Dreamers

Enter The Mysterious World Of Extraordinary Dreamers (If You Dare)

Extraordinary Dreams Research DREAMS, DREAMERS and DREAMING Illusions, Delusions, Internal Subconscious Images reached only upon ethereal wings soaring upon the Etherwind, beyond the conscious, deeper than the sub conscious into the realm of alternate realities, accessible only by  the most extraordinary dreamers. Then, and only then can one enter the elusive labyrinth Of. TANGLEMIND Rem is the state of ordinary dreams which is experienced by everyone, found in the superficial reaches of ordinary sleep cycles. Some experience nightmares but they too are but subsurfacial images most often based on conscious experiences. Where as, the dreams that manifest in that deepest region of the human mind, that place of alternate realities, to those who venture there is known as, Tanglemind. Those who enter this realm are in themselves extraordinary people, those who journey through element of mind conditions beyond the mundane understanding of even the most enlightened practitioners of the human

The Dream Mares Of Simon Ash Eleven Part One Overture


The Dream Mares Of Simon Ash Eleven 
 Part One 


Overture 

Chapter One: The Day Of The Bully

Chapter Two: The Day Of Reconnings

Chapter Three: The Gate Of Two Oaks

Chapter Four: The Room At the Top Of The Stairs

Chapter Five: The Dream Wright, Lightfield Harbour

And The Crossing Place


Simon Closed His Eyes

Oh dreams that fill a sleeping mind.

Such things that know not time

And for some they be real

As real as the mind awake

When Dream Mares takes them off

 To an altered state


Chapter One

The Day Of The Bully

Lord Oakland, 5th Earl of Oakland Woods, Simon Ash Eleven V, gazed impartially at his son, Simon VI. It was necessary to have an heir. It was necessary that the heir be educated and that schooling was traditionally obtained at Upper Quarters Academy For Boys, funded in a greater part by Oakland Woods. He himself had attended the academy from age six to sixteen, acquiring all the knowledge required to manage The Oak Woods Estate, Market Village, and various tenant farms. Oak Woods remained one of the last flourishing estates in modern times and had upgraded to the technological standards of the 21st century. Upper Quarters had added courses in Computer Programing and Technologies.

It was necessary to accept the title of Father, but not the responsibility of that station until his son came home from school to learn the workings of the estate.

“My son. You are now six years of age and it is time to begin your education. Thus, in a week from this day you will be moving to your room at Upper Quarters Academy.

Of course, your mother and I will attend all the student parent functions and welcome you home for Christmas, Spring and Summer breaks with open arms. Your mother, and I dare say Nanny love you dearly. I am very proud to have a son and that pride will grow when you become my apprentice on your journey to taking my place upon my corporeal departure.”

Simon Ash Eleven VI stood there listening and understanding little more than the fact that he was being sent away to school, which was a most frightening thing to him. He did not want to leave his mother and beloved nanny, not to mention Ruff, the dog and old McCard the grounds keeper who had patiently answered Simons barrage of questions.

“Could I not just go to the common school in Oak Woods Village?” young Simon asked pleadingly.

“No. You must attend Upper Quarters Academy as I did and your grandfather and his father before him. Put such nonsense out of your head.” The older Simon replied sternly.

Young Simon wanted to cry but he knew his father would not tolerate such weakness, even in a child, especially a male child and his son.

Young Simon nodded compliantly then turned away like a soldier and went out of his father’s study barely holding himself from running away, mostly because there was no place he could really run away to.

One week later Simon was taken to Upper Quarters and registered under the guidance of his mother. His father was away on business in the city.

When all the clerical work was done and he had bid farewell to his mother and Simon was shown to his room, “At least I have a private room,” he carefully put away his clothing in all the right places and sat at his private desk feeling alone. It was the worst feeling he had ever known and wondered if he would ever recover.

And then things went from bad to worse.

From day one of classes he despised the teacher, a cranky old codger with all the grace and kindness of the ogres in fairy tales.

Simon Eleven. You must keep your eyes on me at all times. Your father insist that you learn well and I cannot teach you well if you are not completely attentive, said Master Lufton, which was followed up by a switch smack across his shoulders. A thing that was hard to believe in this 21st century.

And if the class room was not enough to turn Simon away from the academy there was Allan Bloken and his flunkies.

No matter what institution of education you attend, even the highest orders like Upper Quarters there are bullies. It just happens that the Bullies of Upper Quarters came from affluent, influential families like Simon’s, though being the son of an Earl whose family had donated twenty acres to the school and had financed its construction four generation since should have had its advantages, but …

Yet Simon did have an advantage which he acquired from the grounds keeper, Mr. McCard. He had taught Simon some fancy foot work and punches in the art of boxing, having been once a feather weight champion himself. “But young Simon, you must never use your skills to be mean. It is good for some time you may require self-defense and it is a grand sport but to use it meanly is a dangerous and terrible thing.” Simon had…secretly attended a youths group boxing match in the village on several occasions and had at last won a title. So his skills, for one so young were quite developed.

Simon, by nature was a gentle soul and had never thought of being aggressive or reactive against aggression. When challenged he walked away and he was challenged almost daily by Allen Bloken and his minions. Sometimes things got rough and Simon would get knocked to the ground. Yet it was not until the gang of bullies took after Eddie Mosser, Simon’s only friend, that Simon turned. It was an act that would initiate a terrible change in his life and the  structure of Oakland Woods.

Simon was running to catch up to Eddie who was on his way to Library Hall, but before he reached his friend Eddie was waylaid by Allen Bloken and his friends.

A kid named Pauly, who was sort of Allen’s second walked up to Eddie, smashed his books to the ground and then punched Eddie so hard in the stomach that he keeled over choking.

Simon ran even faster and stood between the bullies and Eddie until Eddie recovered and was able to stand.

“That was mean, even for you lot.” Simon accused.

“Yah freaky. What ‘ er ya gonna do about it?” Allen shot back, trying to sound tough like the hard gangsters on TV.

Simon did not answer. He just took Eddie by the elbow and steered him around the bullies toward Library Hall, but before he got two steps in Pauly ran up and pushed him very hard. But Simon was ready. He made a quick recovery move just like Mr. McCard had taught him and turned on his adversary abruptly.

“leave us alone or you will be taught a terrible lesson.” Simon commanded.

Allen stepped up. Laughing harshly and said viciously, “Hey Freaky. You think you can beat me?”

“I know I can if you push me to it.” Simon replied bravely, hoping he remembered his boxing lessons.

Allen Bloken jumped forward and pushed Simon to the ground. Something in Simon broke. In a second he was on his feet and had taken a boxing stance.

Allen Bloken looked at him and laughed again, moving in to push Simon back on the ground, but Simon was quick and gave the bully a one two punch that doubled Allen over, but did not stop him.

“You’ll get it worse for that, “Allen cried out angrily and charged at Simon, but Simon simply stepped out of the way and Allen charged past smashing head first into the trunk of an old oak tree.

Allen staggered to his feet, enraged, and wiping away a trickle of blood from his forehead. Then he charged again but before he took two steps his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed to the ground.

The gang attacked Simon and beat him until he laid unconscious on the ground. Then they beat Eddie up and finally got Allen to his feet and took him to the infirmary where they told a story, a lie about what had happened.

Chapter Two

The Day Of Reckonings

“You are fortunate that Allen Bloken suffered a minor concussion Simon. Whatever were you thinking. I never thought of you as being a bully.” The older Simon admonished.

“I am not the bully Father. You listen only to what the head master said and listened only to Allen’s lies. He is the Bully. I was defending my friend Eddie whom Allen and his gang were bullying.” Young Simon replied defiantly.

“Who am I to believe. You or five other witnesses besides Allen?” The older Simon challenged.

“Me, because I am telling the truth and if you chose to believe lies then you are as big a bully as they are.” The younger Simon answered the challenge.

“You will be punished Simon. Other than classes and meal time you are confined to your room for two weeks. Then we shall all have another talk to decide the future.”

“Then you are siding with the bullies?!”

“I am siding with the larger body of witnesses.”

The younger Simon nodded like an older adult, despite his tender six years old. He refused to cry even though he felt like it. He refused to stay angry even though he wanted to be angry in some ways. What he did do id become determined never to trust his father and never follow in his footsteps.

He said after a long silence, “Very well Father. I will obey but you should know I feel as though you have abandoned me and someday when I know how I shall abandon you.”

Lord Oakland eyed is son critically. “I was too lenient on you. You shall be confined to your room for the remainder of the term. When you come home for Christmas break we shall consider your future. My wife is producing another off spring, another male. I shall do better with him I am sure.”

He turned and walked away. Simon watched him go with the fire of anger in his eyes and the seed of something that was not good and would bring him to a place he would have regretted had he had the mind left to do so.

Over the next weeks Simon studied hard, but not on subjects taught in class. He studied elements of survival, how to build a shelter in the wild, how to fish and find food in the forest. He did not want to hunt having read that it was a difficult task and took a life time to learn. He already knew something about fishing, having done so with the grounds keepers several mornings.

He put together a bag of tools, pilfering a strong knife, small hatched and hammer, hooks and fishing line, a coil of stout string, salt, which he learned was difficult to find in the forest and a packet of rice for those first few days abroad in the forest. Oak Wood was huge and a boy could get lost among the trees so that no one could find him, almost. There was one if he so chose to do so when it was discovered that he had run off.

(I hear your thoughts readers. How could a boy of just six years be clever enough to make such plans and carry them out. Well, to tell the truth it did not work out the way Simon had planned because he was not quite clever enough to pull it off.)

And here is what happened. Things that led to the day of reckoning the final straw.

The part of the reckoning you have read about, the fallout between father and son. But here the reckoning is singularly explored, by Simon. The boy never returned, in such a fashion that anyone would comprehend.

Simon was clever enough to prepare for an adventure in the woods but there are things he never thought of. Things that even adults might not have considered or expected and he neglected to take into account that autumn, though it had been a mild time was waning and the warm days were beginning to be followed by cooler nights.

He did of course have enough sense to bring an autumn coat and long-johns knowing even in the height of summer the night in the forest can be chilled. What he did not take into account was that there were things, creatures who lived there that might not take kindly to a human invading their homes. Creatures like bears, and wolves and badger, even coyotes of late.

But it started out quite nicely with three days of adventure that brought Simon to a clear understanding of the woods as far as it went. Like nice warm camp fires, fresh caught brook trout and ground berries aplenty, not to mention roasted acorns. And by the light of stars he slept under a lean-to that kept of the dew fall curled up in a cozy sleeping bag. Not even the night noises bothered him because he had listened to many of them on his computer and there in the wilds of Oak Woods he recognized them cheerfully.

But then, in the late afternoon of the fourth day things took a harrowing turn while Simon was fishing for brook trout. He had one on his hook actually when suddenly he heard a deep resonant growl not far off and behind him.

Slowly Simon stood and turned. There not a dozen yards away stood a wolf, slightly crouched and staring very hungrily at Simon, which was mostly in Simon’s mind because most of the stories he had heard about the wolves in Oak Woods were terrifying.

He ran, which was one very big mistake. The second was, he ran off without his gear and the third was he ran deeper into the forest where the underbrush grew much thicker, the air was much colder and the wolves and bears were as thick as thieves.

And worst of all, in just a very few short minutes he was utterly lost with not but a pocket knife and a short piece of string. It was just fortunate that he had not taken his coat and boots off to fish since the day was quite warm. Two minutes later and he might have done so.

At first Simon thought he had given the wolf the slip. He planned to circle round and find his way back to the camp site but as he rounded a large oak he found himself face to face with the wolf.

Simon turned and ran again. He did not know that running was not a good thing to do or that running excites predators like wolves and they give chase even if they are not hungry.

Then the worst happened. Simon tripped and fell and that is all he remembered for a long time, long enough that he woke cold and in the dark but at least in one piece. He wondered about the wolf for a second then worried what to do next. He had not prepared for being lost in the woods in the dark and suddenly all those sounds that were pleasant became frightening and that part of him that was just six years old became frightened.

Chapter Three

The Gate Of Two Oaks

I should explain something about Oakland Woods Manor and Upper Quarters Academy. They were not so far apart as it may sound. The estate sat on five thousand acres, three thousand of which were forest a thousand set aside for cash cropping, twenty acres for the academy and twenty for the manor. The remainder hosted the market village a commons and a public hunting wood that was available in the autumn. Simon of course was lost in the forest that stretched between the academy and the manor. So if one walked in a straight line long enough they would have found a road and maybe Simon would have done so if he had walked in a straight line, but he didn’t. he walked, as so often happens to people lost in the forest, in circles crossing his own path though he did not realize it.

Remember, Simon knocked his head and when he came out of his stupor he was not quite thinking straight, nor did he ever do so again, in terms that others might consider thinking straight.

We must leave Simon to his circular wanderings for a bit because in another place on the estate something else was occurring. However before moving off I should mention that Simon still had enough sense to ‘not’ try and find his way home. Instead he remembered what Mr. McCard had told him, “Listen up boy. If ever you find yourself turned about in the forest don’t try and find your way home because you’ll never find it. Chances are you’ll be following yourself about. Instead let the circles you make lead you to the Gate Of Two Oaks. It is a place that only certain people can find. If I have learned you are lost in the woods I will meet you at the gate.”

That is all Simon could remember as he thrashed through the underbrush among the giant oak. He felt very small and frightened and knew what it must be like to be a hunted animal, especially a small, hunted animal.

Head Master Lindel stood before the Lord of Oakland Woods, nervously wringing his fingers, and stumbling over his words.

“My Lord. I can’t express my apologies clearly enough, though…though I think none of this falls to fault me. I do my best to keep the students safe and in order. Yet I cannot control them all. Your Simon is a disruptor. He has proved this violently and it was all I could do to keep Mr. Bloken from engaging a solicitor to sue you for damages. And…well…and now…the little blither has run off…I believe into that abominable forest.”

“First, Headmaster Lindel, the forest is not abominable. It is the life of this estate. Our acorns bring in an enormous income which pays for the upkeep of the academy and the salaries of its staff, including yours.

That aside, I am complete sympathetic to your issues with my son. I have become certain he is not quite right in the head. No member of the Eleven family has ever showed such defiance, however I suppose he must be found and returned, possibly to an alternative situation to the academy. The best person at my disposal to accomplish this is McCard, my grounds keeper and game warden. I shall send him out immediately.”

“Very well My Lord. I hope the matter is made straight for you and young Simon.” Replied the head master who bowed slightly and attempted to depart.

“One moment Mr. Lindel. I have bright news. My spouse is producing another child, a son as it were and he will become my heir and have the name Simon Ash Eleven VI, in place of my faulted off spring. Please prepare the academy to take him on in six years and if I could depend on you, consider sending forth a tutor who could begin teaching him at an earlier age, especially in matters of discipline. Scholars are much better at such things than parents who tend to be a little too lenient with their children.”

“I shall do as much as I can My Lord, but tell me, what will become of young Simon?

“I’ll lend him to the grounds keeper and he can teach him to do the labours of that station. There is no place for him in the manor.”

I can tell you now, though Simon actually like the idea of falling under the tutorship of Mr. McCard, it did not work out that way because his mother made a go interference in his case. Yet I wonder if she actually did right by him in the long run, and you might ponder that consideration as well when once you have learned what did become of Simon. It depends entirely on your imagination.

That said, Mr. McCard and Simon became very close friends in the years the old man had left to share.

Now back to the search for Simon, which, with the groundkeepers expertise in woodland lore was a rather simpler occupation than it might have been for any other.

“The Gate Of Two Oaks is about in the middle of Oakland Woods.” Mr. McCard had described.

Gabriel McCard listened to his master patiently. He, in truth despised the man but he adored Lady Oakland and it was for she that he remained, sometimes as and ear that listened, then when Simon was born he took on a small responsibility raising the boy to understand something about life beyond the direction his father was pushing him.

Both his mother and the groundskeeper had noticed very early in the boys life that he was much more than heir to an old and failing rift of civilization, though neither could quite put a finger on what that higher thing could be, not until that day when Mr. McCard found him, unconscious in the space between two ancient and enormous oak trees, the largest in the forest to be sure, as chilled and desponded as a living thing could be.

Here is how it happened.

Mr. McCard, Gabriel, set out into the forest with a pack on his back that harboured all the things he would need no matter what condition he found young Simon in, even if the boy had expired. “If you have died in these woods you shall remain here forever. Only your mother will know the truth and she will understand my decision.” He determined silently, but in his heart he knew it would not come to that. Yet he knew also that the Simon he found would not be the Simon he once knew.

There is no beaten path to the Gate of The Two Oaks, but Mr. McCard knew the way by heart, having visited the place over the nearly forty years he had been employed by the estate. It was in fact he that named the place and manicured it to a small degree, mostly to keep back the brambles and hawthorn and blackthorn, and he never travelled the same path twice, going or coming, avoiding cutting a noticeable trail.

It took him but a couple of hours to reach the two oaks and as he suspected, there he found Simon, deep in a stupor that some may have mistaken for death on sight.

The groundkeeper picked the boy up and wrapped him in a wool blanket the sat him by one of the oaks slightly propped up against its huge trunk. Then, quickly, Gabriel built a small but warm fire in a ring of stones in the space between the two Oaks and began brewing a pot of tea, with real tea, not tea bags. This was a special tea made of fired and ground acorns, haw berries and clover, a healing tea among those most ancient creatures once called apothecaries now, tragically referred to mostly as charlatans.

It wasn’t long, after several sips of the tea and finally a full cup, that Simon came round. Though still groggy he looked up at Mr. McCard and said, “I remembered what you said, but I do not remember how I actually came here. I was lost and walking in circles.”

“I did not tell you the most mystical thing about this place laddie. All circles walked lead to the Gate Of Two Oaks. It is a quirk of the forest, maybe because the forest tilts inward to the centre…or, well…no one can really explain it.” Gabriel replied musedly.

“Now drink another cup of tea while I make us a good supper. It won’t take long. It needs but to be heated.”

Simon ate ravenously and between goggled mouthfuls he asked many question, most of which Mr. McCard could not answer but the ones he could he did, like, “Oh I think your heart just knew what circle to follow, and Your father is as your father always is but your mother is anxious to see you home soon, then, when Simon said, “I am seeing things, very strange things like a  huge city with buildings that go all the way up to the clouds and stands on the edge of a sea.” To which Gabriel responded, “Well my boy, you seemed to have given your head a good band and jarred somethings loose that have been locked up but are now opened for you to explore.”

A second later, and very suddenly Simon collapsed into a deep, very deep sleep.

In the morning, now recovered enough to walk Simon followed Mr. McCard back to the manor where his mother was waiting for him, arms opened wide. His father was no where to be found, though he had mentioned he was going off to the city to meet with his solicitor on a matter of desperate urgency. Lady Oakland suspected it had to do with making arrangement to disinherit Simon as heir to the estate and make appropriate name changes for the soon coming new heir.

“I wished not for this Simon. But I am your father’s wife and am obliged to play my roll or be cast out. I have nowhere to go if that were to happen. But maybe it is all for the best. I will find you a good place in this life and you have Nanny who will care for you always.” Lady Oakland was explaining when Simon collapsed uncontrollably, again into a deep, deep sleep.

 

Chapter Four

 The Room At the Top Of The Stairs

Doctor Farinsham examined Simon from head to foot while Lady Oakland looked on. Mr. McCard was there as well and explained that Simon had received a nasty knock on the head just above the bridge of his nose,  despite the fact that Simon had a terrible bruise in that place.

“How long was he unconscious for?” Farinsham inquired of McCard.

“I can not say for sure. I found him that way.” McCard responded ruefully.

“Quite long. It was early afternoon when I fell and dusk when Mr. McCard found me.” Simon described.

“And since, you have fallen into a deep sleep several times uncontrollably?!” the doctor extended.

Simon nodded and said, “Without warning. I could really hurt myself if I conked out in a bad place.”

“Indeed.” Replied the doctor. “I will have to run more tests to be sure but I think my initial diagnosis will be that the bang on the head may have bruised the brain causing a very serious concussion which has in result created a condition called Narcolepsy, which as you have observed causes sudden unconsciousness akin to sleep.”

“Will more tests make any difference of simply confirm your assessment?” Lady Oakland inquired.

“Really, all it will do is give confirmation with a small possibility that there might be something else amiss and or repairable. I should like to explore the possibility before coming to a final conclusion.” The doctor answered., then added, “Only one more test should do it. An MRI. Scan of the cranium. I made preparations before you arrived so I can do this immediately and it won’t take long.”

“Very well. Mr. McCard and I will begin making plans for Simon’s future.” Lady Oakland replied.

It turned out that Dr. Farinsham’s first perceptions were correct and there was little that he could do for Simon. “Maybe time will reverse this condition but until that happens Simon will be unable to hold a license or take on tasks that could be harmful to himself or others should he collapse in a Narcoleptic state.”

“Father will want to be rid of me or a least out of sight out of mind and I have just the idea to accommodate him, with your help, Mother, and yours Mr. McCard, and of course Nanny. I will need her for the remainder of my life, or should I say her life.” Simon said.

Then he turned to the groundkeeper and asked, “Can dreams and nightmare be real, like, as real as the world when we are awake?”

“Dear what a silly question Simon.” His mother admonished lightly.

“On the contrary My Lady. The question is legitimate and there are many researchers who believe that out reality is only one of many and that dreams and or nightmares are realities within themselves or, I suppose, combined.”

“What do you say Doctor Farinsham?” Lady Oakland asked.                                                                                               The doctor shrugged his shoulders in answer. The he said, “If these dreams became physically dangerous as in, if they cause you to sleep walk, it may be necessary to prescribe a sedative drug.”

“Well. We shall deal with that if the time comes to it.” Lady Oakland replied.

“Between Nanny and myself, My Lady, we will be able to take good care of Simon.” Mr. McCard assured.

Lady Oakland Nodded agreeably and at that they retired from the hospital and returned to Oakland Woods.

Lord Oakland had arrived home minutes after Simon and his mother were settling down to lunch. When he entered the dinning room he immediately attempted certain announcement concerning the disposition of his son, but Lady Oakland cut him off sternly.

“For once Simon you will listen rather than bark out your nonsense.” She demanded. “If you flap your lips at this moment I shall make sure you never see the son I bare now.”

“Speak then woman, wife.”

“Your first born and true heir to your stupid aristocracy has been diagnosed with narcolepsy, a sudden sleeping syndrome, caused by a bang on the head he received while attempting run away…from you. I hold you forever responsible for this condition and dare you not take on this responsibility the repercussion will be severe.” His wife demanded.

The older Simon merely nodded…halfheartedly.

I know why you went off to see your solicitor and we have no argument with that. Simon wants nothing to do with becoming the next Earl of Oakland and tells me he never has. Because of his new found condition his life will contain certain restrictions of which I will lay out at another time. As his father you will make sure he is financial assisted and supported in whatever activity he is capable of engaging in. He will be taking possession of the room at the top of the stairs, as per his request, where there is a bay window in which he can nap at will and maintain a good course of privacy.

I assure you he will be off your hands and out of your jurisdiction. Mr. McCard and Nanny will take over his care, with my support.

When I deliver your second son I will mother him as needed and as per our marriage agreement I shall deliver him to your care to be educated. I will grieve but I will comply. At that juncture in our marriage you will refrain from any marital contact. I have fulfilled my role, an heir and a spare as you so rudely put it.”

Lord Oakland thought for a moment then opened a folder he held in his hands and place it before his wife. Sign wherever there is an X.” He afford no explanation.”

“I shall, after I have read the contents of these pages. Return in the morning. I will give you audience then.” Lady Oakland replied harshly.

In the matter of those documents, Lady Oakland signed most of them but added sub notes to those things she did not agree with one being a prelude to a separation agreement bent to accommodate a divorce, which she would never agree to, much to her husband’s discontent.

Simon was moved into a small apartment in the main living area on the second floor of the manor. It was hear would sleep if he could. Narcolepsy is most often accompanied by insomnia. But it was the room, a large room, at the top of the stairs where Simon spent most of his time when not in the company of Mr. McCard or Nanny, who actually became his Governess and teacher, though he continued to call her Nanny.

There was a ledge in the large bay window wide enough for a very large sleeping pillow for Simon to nap on, often one of those sudden narcoleptic naps.

From the window he could see the green way that stretched out five acres toward the Oak forest. He imagined and daydreamed many things gazing beyond the glass of that window, all the things that a six year old might dream about, but those waking images were pale compared to what came into his dreams so provoked by that knock on the head jarring his brain into the world of narcolepsy which Simon gave a much nicer name to when he realized what was happening.

“I will call my sleep world, Tanglemind.” And without hesitation he shared his dreams with Nanny and Mr. McCard, both who advised him that all things beyond wakefulness is but an alternate reality, which we often create ourselves.”

The first dream mares concerned his real life and the ugliness it was washed with by his father. There was also his conflicted impressions about the academy and Allen Bloken and his bullyish friends.

But there came a day, a winter’s day when he fell suddenly asleep and  Tanglemind evolved into a place of wonder where and when the dream mares transformed into a new real.

“Nanny, Mr. McCard. It’s too hard to explain.”            

“Don’t try kid. It’s your place, just embrace it.”                     

“But Mr. McCard, it’s like I am creating it but I am not part of it.”

Chapter Five

The Dream Wright

 Lightfield Harbour

And The Crossing Place

“Are we doing right by him Gabriel?” Nanny Ola asked her husband.

“We are doing our best and it seems our best is doing right by Simon. He is happy and content when awake and his tales are truly entertaining. Even My Lady enjoys his stories and his father cares not as long as he remains a forgotten shadow in his life. All is well my wife.”

Simon climbed onto the windowsill and leaned against the frame. He let his gaze drift across the greenway into the forest and it seemed to him that the trees began to reform as they would if being washed with an artist’s brush only it seemed as well as though it was being drafted and drawn with the tools of an architect. And what amazed him most of all was, the artists and the architect were answering to his thoughts, his imagination, his direction.

Little by little the trees grew into streets and avenues lined by houses and tenements, stores and shops, factories and train yards and a long harbour of docks and piers and there were ships anchored and tied, great ships like ocean liners and cargo ships and tall ships.

There were great glass and concrete towers that reached to the clouds, There were wide traffic ways and narrow side streets and shadowy alley ways, some stretching from one street to another and some coming to a blind end. There were people, all kinds of people from all walks of life and strange creatures that walked among them but they were inhuman.

And finally Simon told himself, reminded himself and assured himself that this was his world a world he had already named but it was not until that moment he made it official. “This is Tanglemind and the city I will name Lightfield Harbour for it is created much like a holographic image yet as real and solid as … as what? Reality?!”

Of course he wondered if the concept of reality would truly suit the scape of dreams, especially in the narcoleptic sleep.

“All this from a bump on the head.” He uttered amusedly.

“I think there is more to it than a simple bump on the head.” Nanny said softly from the door way.

“How do you mean?” Simon replied curiously.

“Well, one might say the bump on the head was simply to get your attention and once that was accomplished, while you lay unconscious by the Gate of Two Oaks you were transformed into  Grand Spirit, an artisan, artist and architect in the mysterious world beyond what our mundane eyes can conceive.” Nanny explained.

“Which I have called Tanglemind.” Simon replied excitedly.

“Interesting name. I might add that once you have created your Tanglemind world,” Nanny was saying.

Simon interrupted with, “And a city I have named Lightfield Harbour.”

Nanny smiled warmly and finished what she was saying, “Once you have created Tanglemind and Lightfield Harbour you could make things very exciting by make use of the random factor, things that happen on their own and creates characters. Of course these would come from within your own imagination still but it will all seem to you like coming of their own will.”

“I get it Nanny. I will try not to control everything and watch the dreams unfold, kind of like a movie, or video game.” Simon said cheerfully.

“It is much more complexed than that Master Simon. What goes on in the mind is as real as our waking existence. Your part in it is much like the mythologies of the mundane world. Like Zeus or Odin.”

“I have an idea.” Simon announced and when it is accomplished I will sit back and watch the stories unfold.”

“You must remember that if you create characters they will be aware of your presences though they may not understand who or what you are.” Nanny advised then turned and left Simon to build Tanglemind.

***

It was the only time Simon ever stepped foot in Lightfield Harbour. He wanted to feel it sensing that since the city was the centre of Tanglemind and he felt that it was the only way he create the last aspect of his Dream Place before leaving it to random chance random characters derived from some place too deep in his imagination for even him to conceive of.

He wondered about the city for what seemed days, until he came to a place that looked out across the sea, high upon a cleft and there he create the final aspect. “Here will begin all adventures. I will name it simply, The Crossing Place.”

Watch for Part Two: 'Gafrinker's Time Machine: Now in the notorious editing grinder.

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