Outcast and Cast Out

My senses clicked, and suddenly, the image of vibrant greens and sepia colors welcomed my eyes. Oh, I have this feeling of familiarity as well as confusion every time I dream.

It felt so new yet so familiar to me. Oh yeah, probably because I used to dream the same things. It's because I'm a lucid dreamer; that's what Pluto told me.

"Fajra,"

I turned to the west to see whose voice it was, but I saw no one. The next thing I knew, I started to run, looking back from time to time as if I were checking if someone was coming after me.

I heard a lot of giggles from you. It echoed inside my head, along with the continuous call of my name by a voice I wasn't aware of. Until I arrived at the gates.

The gates that are out of my mind's capacity to reach. The gate is made of a mixture of cloud and mist rather than metal or any other material. I was able to pass by that without any effort.

The next scenario in my dream was an image of me in a wide field. I was overwhelmed by the beautiful flowers