The Sleeper

In a quiet moment, I can focus to see the real world, where my body lays forsaken, left hollowed, by its spirit. Parting from the waking realm was such a heavy burden, to feel like abandoning the ones I love. Although there wasn’t much I could have done to not go into the Emerald Dream I still wish I could do more to comfort my loved ones. As I can see those spending days in sadness, luckily they find others for comfort, others with similar troubles. Fortunately they find a way to continue their lives, as one never knows how long a task in the Emerald Dream will take.
My lovely Dámiana. How I miss your feminine warmth, to hold you, to just be with you. You told me you would wait. I can only hope I will not keep you waiting too long…. I know you can’t hear me, but still, thinking of you makes me feel closer, makes me feel I can connect to your spirit. I can only hope that you feel my affection for you when I send my love to you into your realm.
My spirit will stay strong, though my thoughts not always seem my own.
I have to concentrate, otherwise visions I can not master will control my mind….

Illusions, or images of the real world, how to say in this dream world, all seems blurry and unreal. Visions of the past they seem. Nature being torn, animals dying by the poisonous mist weaving with the moist forest air.

What is it I see, the environment seems familiar.
Yes, I know that place.
The ground, the trees, they wear scars of a fight, but not recent, these scars are old. Hundreds of years ago, then it can not be the past, not my past these scenes can not be recent either, the world, this venue should be free of the evil shown in the vision. Then these must be images from events that have not yet come to pass.
Can it be… Will it start all over again? Has the world not seen enough terror?
Would again grave evil roam the surface?

I tried to comfort myself.
However real these visions may seem, no one can predict the future. These are just images from fearful minds, maybe even my own mind.
Only time will tell.

The Emerald Dream seemed darker after these perceptions in my mind, was that a tremble in the air or is was it just my own shiver that made the realm seem to shudder.
There was a shade of nightmare in the Emerald Dream.
With that flicker I felt that I was not the only one in the dream who felt it. I could hear voices of spirits fearing not to wake up again. Falling into eternal nightmare from where no waking was possible. Was I the only one that tried to think of where it might come from?
But then, where could it possibly come from, all the entrances were guarded by the mightiest dragons the world Azeroth beholds.

The presence of, which seemed all beings in, the Emerald dream focused around me. Or at least it felt like that. But not for long, all around me I saw figures materialize in the blurry shadows of this vast dream world. Something spoke to them from the void, but the voice seemed not to speak to all at the same time, different emotions were seen on their faces.
Then The Images came back to me. I understood it was not a voice the others were reacting to. They must have visions of their own…


..... To be continued .....

Time goes by as an everlasting dream....
“Hmz, ofcoarse I’m still dreaming… figures….”

No new messages from the world I left behind. The visualization of the other druids vanished just as fast as it appeared no certainty if there would be similar moments to come.
A dark feeling is still following my every path traveled in this hush clouded silence of the Emerald Dream.
I just can’t take away the feeling that something is different, something changed to my relation to the physical realm.
Resting my always wandering mind for a moment, I sit down on the top of a spiritual high mountain. While searching for a familiar mind in the realm where my body still rests I finally find the change I already felt for so long.
No reaction whatsoever from the world. My always strong connection to the one greatest friend seems to be lost. If I only knew how long it had been since we last exchanged feelings. My presence here has affected my awareness of time and space.
Immersed in the endless depths of my thoughts I am suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness.
It seems like every one has managed to continue their life without me, everyone accepted my fate. Even my wife to be found her peace, the always fragile relation ship between us finally settled to a, what could be everlasting friendship.
What ever motives she might have, I am only glad to feel the peace flowing from her spirit. This sadness will pass, though the loss of a loved one never will…
The time will come for me to go back. But for now, I have found my peace. The only thing still disturbing something in the back of my mind is the sudden break in the communication to Baelmah…


..... To be continued .....

(Continues in Awakenings)