It's been a while, since I last wrote here~ ♪

Seriously though, it's been quite some time, I've been sleeping terribly for a while now and haven't been dreaming well as a result, even when I remember a dream it's either not worth writing down or I'm too exhausted to.
The irony is that before falling asleep, I was thinking to myself that it was starting to weigh on me since I used to sleep and dream so much, guess my brain was listening?

Just woke up from what felt like a long dream about being in a dream realm (that takes me back, been some time since I last had a weird one like that), the kind of place or space that minds go to
when they sleep type of deal you know? In this case it was a place that all sapient beings travel to while they sleep or whatever the equivalence would be for them.
As an example, I encountered lizard people from a distant star system as well as robot or machine beings just to name two (there was a LOT going on in the background @ w @).

It all started out harmless enough with realizing I wasn't just dreaming but had somehow gained access to a higher plain of thought or the like.
Quickly escalating into the realization that it wasn't just human life but all sentient/sapient beings so there were alien beings there as well.
I remember some species of humanoid lizard or reptilian people being the first I took note of as being truly alien, but there were others.
There were machine beings something akin to Transformers or the like, I recall something like grey skinned elves or half elf looking beings.
Honestly there was just so much going on that only some of it stands out to me now even though I can recall vaguely that there was much more.
The place itself wasn't like a free flowing dreamland that everyone could change at a moments notice, it functioned more like reality where things still
needed to be invented and built by those that came there, and example I can recall being technology and architecture familiar to Earth that had only been there for a little while.
There was of course stuff very unfamiliar to me such as sprawling cities and space ship like things filled with alien beings and designs alike, white metal/stone like structure work
with gold highlights or maybe even the other way around, things that sometimes felt both fantasy and sci-fi or something else all together.
I made a small group of friends who were all from different civilizations and worlds, they showed me around for a while as it seemed like I was one of the first Earthlings to enter the place.
After what felt like a good long while of exploring and running around with everyone things escalated further when some kind of event took place to decide or choose a being
who was to be an idol like or Messiah like entity/personality who would not so much rule (there was a royal family already which was weird, the grey elves) as they would simply lead
in a spiritual sense or otherwise be a beacon to those who had reached this place, if that makes any sense?

The reason things escalated (and you could probably see this coming from a mile away unlike me at the time) was that the one chosen for this role, was none other than myself...
At first I was just confused since none of the above had been explained to me yet (that came later), then I was honored, but then I was crushed by a choice.
The choice being not so much a choice (you don't really turn down this role) in terms of whether to take it, but rather how to cope with it.
They told me that I could now no longer return to my waking home, that I was to be in this place for all time to come until a new beacon was chosen, whenever that would be...
I was torn between wanting to embrace it (I've been training all my life with these dreams!) and feeling the hopelessly soul crushing weight of knowing I would never again
see my home or loved ones, the culture of this place that grown over gods know how long didn't seem able to understand my plight, neither did my new found friends.
I was upset to say the least, to the point of questioning why I'd ever thought of them as friends, it hurt us both for me to say it out loud.
We broke up after that and I was being shown around more, rather than the tourist like treatment before I was now being shown things with purpose and security access levels.
The royals in charge who seemed to be these grey'ish skinned elves or half elf like beings with blonde hair and gold eyes (and even more gold jewelry) were confused as to why
I was so hesitant to take up the mantel (I think they were already permanent residents and had been for some time) even when I described why.
In the end I didn't have much of a choice and instead tried to embrace it as best I could while indulging in the new and unfamiliar as I tried to forget what I'd left behind...
I remember getting the real deal star treatment type stuff, not so much a living god as some kind of holy symbol like a pope or the like?
It seemed that unlike most of those that only temporarily travel to that place, I and the other permanent residents could shape the space to an extent.

I should clarify that this wasn't just one big world that somehow magically fit everything in it, it was like it's own planetary system connected by gates or the like
that these dreaming being inhabited at one time or another, it was absurd to me at the time and even now thinking back as a dream, it's really out there...

I remember visiting a much more medieval like area though still with sci-fi elements, I ended up making a suit of armour for myself that was chrome or mirror polished
steel like metal with white and red trim or cloth for a tunic, specifically that I made a red maple leaf on the chest.
I then conjured up a horse with barding (mount armour for those not familiar with the term) and rode around on that for a while instead of walking everywhere, the
other beings inhabiting that place seemed surprised by it, like they had never seen a horse before which thinking back would be likely for alien life.
This sort of thing carried on for quite some time until a time skip came along to bring my perspective to a later point in time.

I had grown tired of and uncaring for my new position despite it's perks, I still loved my life and home and wanted to at least be able to visit it, it made no sense to me.
Why did I have to stay there, why couldn't I just come and go, why did they need someone like me or even a symbol like that at all for such a place?
Eventually I became toxic to those around me, whether it was my being upset with how I'd been roped into this whole thing or maybe even being a little drunk on power.
I went on a joy ride of sorts which ended with some things I'm honestly ashamed to think I did even in a dream where I was at the breaking point, nothing war crime like
or "you're going to hell" kind of stuff, but I feel bad thinking about how I acted and treated some...

Things were reaching a boiling point when my group of "friends" showed up again, they wanted to help me find a way home after having time to think about how I'd felt.
Maybe they'd just been caught up in the moment knowing how great an honor it was while I didn't, or maybe they realized how much they'd miss they're homes.
In either case, a long'ish chain of events unfolded with use sneaking off and trying to use some kind of ancient system that had some level of control over this realm.
We spent a lot of time trying to get to it only to find it damaged beyond use, my first concern was if my outburst had caused it but now I wonder if it wasn't sabotage?
We learned of some legend or prophecy about being able to force yourself back to your body if you became locked here, a manual override as it were maybe?
We kept going and going and going for what felt like a very long time, sneaking, chases, and otherwise weird events all in order to reach this place or state.

In the end, it seemed we found it, I still don't know or perhaps don't want to know what the aftermath would be for such a place or the cost...
My group of friends huddles near me, seemingly channeling some kind of energy native to this plain of existence.
Slowly they faded out one after the other and I too felt hazy, until finally only a couple were left.
We got close and held hands, shaking, I was crying, relief or grief for everything, for now loosing such great friends.
Then I woke up in bed... At least my terrible sleep hasn't completely impacted my ability to have absurd dreams, right?