FICTION || Lergon Parris: The Dream Sharer
Penned in Rage Journal, Amplifying Marginalized Voices
Kiara was amazed at the fact that she had accepted the warped reality so easily, adapting to its rules without question. But here she was, floating above her house and looking down at her roof. The soft crisp air of the night caressed her, sending ripples through the fabric of her nightgown as she flew higher. This felt too real, yet it was impossible – wasn’t it? Kiara slowly accepted that she had to be dreaming. It was a lucid dream, but a dream, nonetheless.
Suddenly, the young woman saw a man above her, suspended in the night sky. Something about the man compelled her to float towards him like a proverbial moth to a beckoning flame. He wore a black gown adorned with elaborate silver patterns. His back was turned to her.
“Hi!” she called as she floated near to him. But the man seemed not to notice her, remaining motionless without a hint of acknowledgement. Then, he spoke, his voice coming in a deep and soothing tone.
“Yes, you are dreaming,” he said simply, his back remaining turned to her. “And you will not see my face.”
“W-what?” came Kiara’s response. “Who are you?”
“I will tell you,” the man replied. “But I will also tell you that you will not remember this encounter. I am called by many names across many different cultures, but for your sake, you may refer to me as Dream Sharer.”
“Dream Sharer?” droned Kiara.
“Yes, Kiara,” the man replied, half shocking the woman that he knew her name. “I share dreams but let me explain. There are two types of people in your world, Kiara. These are the Creatives and the Practicals. You fall in the category of a Practical. This is because you are tethered to a life of reality. You go to work every day, riveted to what you call a nine-to-five job. You receive your pay check at the end of your pay cycle, and you assign it to your expenses. Such is the life of a Practical. The Creative thinks differently. The Creatives are the ones responsible for harnessing inspiration and turning it into songs, poems, stories, film scripts. But there is a problem.
Sometimes the Creatives experience a blockage, a stagnation of imagination. That is where I come in. I harvest the dreams of Practicals like yourself and introduce them to the blocked Creative. As I mentioned, you will not remember this dream, but you may see it in some form of media soon.”
“I-I understand,” Kiara said simply, and she did.
“Good,” replied the Dream Sharer. “The logical mind of a Practical does have its merits. I have enjoyed speaking with you, Kiara. I rarely speak to dreamers. It is however time to awaken. Dawn is breaking in your world.”
She was about to mouth another question, but the Dream Sharer clapped his hands, and suddenly, there was darkness. Kiara’s mind wrestled to keep the dream, but it had already floated beyond her grasp.
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