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The Hidden Pool of Well Being: Tell me when your creativity, and sense of discovery and exploration began to be molded by someone else like a parent, organization, or society, etc. We were all born with a connection to our inner desires and purpose, but somehow got off track. Tell me of the journey you have taken and are still taking to find that spark again. If you have found it and are now back on course to your purpose, then share that enlightenment. Now the catch is put it into a dream world where anything is possible and perception varies. Write your experience as a story.

Ended February 20, 2018 • 1 Entry • Created by Words_Priestess

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Mavia in Dreams

The Hidden Pool of Well Being

Let's see, the year must be 1993, walking home from the neighborhood lake... we all went there to escape, once in a while, and called it lovingly, "the pond."

I thought I had been alone, till I noticed these forms, damp, trailing behind me as if just having emerged from a swamp... They followed me with persistence. I squinted against the setting sun just beyond. They stalked me; gawking and baulking from a distance.

I said loudly, "Hey you, have we all met?" They paused a moment. Liquid ambiguity in their eyes flashed momentarily green, brown, blue; and read as if, "not yet, not yet," though one shook a head North and South, the other East and West, while the middle one just looked out straight ahead. We stood like that for a moment, until I turned to go. I went up a hill, round a bend, being so sure this would be the end. But no sooner did I make it to our ravine, then curiosity overtook me and I had to cast a look... they were there, all three, still hounding me...

They were closer now and had as if a name tag. Otherwise they were so similar in vagueness and compact mystery. Cloaked, and coming closer. One was older, that was +01E; and the middle one was my age, as if, that was 0E; and the most immature, to the right, was -01E... E that puzzled me. I stopped, but they did not... the older one trailed behind; the middle one joined me side by side; and the youngest took to marching before us like a guide...

Who were these abstracts? I turned to the E next to me and peered into the darkened hood obscuring the face in shadows; I gasped... there was as if an ever changing display of features of those I know... I turned to look back, squinting again at the one who was fading further apart. I could no longer hope to see into the face, but drew my breath at the body, which morphed into an array of silhouettes of those who I had encountered before. A shiver went through my soul and I began to wonder at the meaning of it, when suddenly the one out front began humming in an assortment of voices, some known to me, but most that I didn't quite recognize. Then laughing, weeping, singing, shouting, the youngest spun round like a lunatic... spinning around and around with the hood slipping partly down. Stopping us in our track. The face looked a lot like me. I blinked, and suddenly we were just silently continuing along.

We had arrived. Our guide oddly had already passed inside; the face could be seen for a brief instant reflected in the nearest window. My side companion slipped down along the siding, as if to sit hunched in the dark by the door as I fumbled with the latch-key. The one behind hovered just barely, like a memory. I opened up, finally, reassured despite the pounding of my heart, that there was no one but me there; not inside, nor out... and I drew the new bolt across the old paint-chipped back door. I was home... and it no longer matter if anyone else had the key.

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