Remember Reality Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

C H A P T E R 9 : R E A L I T Y V E R S U S I L L U S I O N Reality is merely an illusion. Albert Einstein ~ “Who are you?” I stare at the stranger in confusion. I know who he is, he was the man in my dream, but I have no idea that he could visit me in reality as well, standing on my porch with a mischievous devil may care smile across his lips. I thought dreams are just fickle of our own imaginations.

His voice drips with boredom as he appears in the mirror I'm facing. “Where am I?” “The lake of mirrors,” he answers. “A part of the illusion realm. Just like before, you have to confront the important people and events in your life. In this realm, you will fight memories. Not all are real, but they appear real. Your task is to figure out what isn't.” “How do I know the ones that aren’t real?” Expecting the usual, “…Figure it out” answer, I’m surprised when he says, “Your gut. It’s the only thing that you should trust.”

How could he know unless— Unless it was real. Unless we really had— "No." I stood. Fast. The headache was excruciating now. "No that's—that's not real. Those are just dreams. Just—just my imagination. Just—" "Just memories trying to break through." He stood too. Didn't come closer. "The corruption makes it hurt. Makes you reject the truth. Makes you believe the pain means it's false when really—it means it's real. It means something is fighting to keep you from remembering."

He sighed with his eyes closed, and with a brief exhale, his soul poured out. Impermanence Of Reality In these plane, reality isn't real and imaginative. Everything that exists within is not real, reality within the plane is dependent and depends on the imaginations of it inhabitants to manifest. Immediately William intruded the plane's peace, his imaginations marginalised birthing different aspects into reality. Mostly, peace and order.

Soon, the couple opened their eyes for the third time and the fourth time. An hour later, after they opened their eyes countless times, the illusions in front of them began to become more and more unreal. Samuel and Yvonne also knew that the illusions would either collapse in the end or completely end. Either it was holding back its last great move and giving others the greatest impact. What was the greatest impact? Even though you knew that it was fake, it could still bring about an even greater impact than if it was real. Obviously, once the latter situation occurred, even Samuel, an experienced veteran, couldn't help but feel nervous!

Know when to wake up. After a long time, I finally woke up. But the panic in the dream had not yet withdrawn from his chest. Night after night, dream after dream. It seems that dreams have life, they turn into golden threads that wrap around my weak tree of life, strand after strand, getting tighter and tighter. With each passing day, I see the color of reality getting a little fuzzy. A few months ago I was still in that world, hearing everyone say this world is fake. These past few months I woke up suddenly in this world, having to accept that everything that happened in the other world was fake. Real things like that. There's no guarantee I won't suddenly go back to that world a few months

Just then I was tugged by someone behind me; it was Hecuba. "It's an illusion," she says, and this time her words sank in. When I looked back, there was no one there, no bodies—it was just the two of us. "Oh, my God." "I know. It can be very realistic," she says. "How could you escape this?" "It was hard, but you have to keep your mind strong and firm; that is, of course, the starting point; you have to convince yourself that nothing you see here is real." I nodded absentmindedly.

To her surprise she wasn’t shocked to be speaking to an animal but she wondered in her heart what this could mean? “Am I dreaming?” she asked. “Not exactly.” Well then am I dead? Dead? What does that even mean? What is death? Can conscience be killed? Can someone’s passions and dreams be silenced? Who you are can’t be stopped. She replied. Our life can’t be stopped it only takes another form. She then asked her how she got here. Well she told her “I’m not really sure about that?” There are many ways to our world and many reasons people are brought here. Some come after death. Some are brought here in flashes because the pain of their own world. Some have a very special purpose I was promised

Even now, even as he brought Ashley into our home under the pretense of helping her recover, I still clung to some foolish hope. I had always believed that trusting one's partner was the secret recipe to making a relationship last. However, the heavy ache in my chest and the way Nicholas looked at Ashley with such concern seemed to remind me that the vows he made at our wedding had long since faded from his memory.

The scenes from my nightmare flashed vividly behind my eyes. My hands were once again trapped by the two men while their ring leader was having sadistic fun with me. I was crying hysterically and was thrashing wildly in an attempt to free myself but ended up getting a hard slap. Before things could get more serious, I had woken up and I was really glad that I had. I knew it was a nightmare and thus, wasn't real then why did one side of my face feel warmer than the other? Was I just making things up because of PTSD? I had read something about it somewhere. Was I manifesting my reality into dreams and vice versa?