Otto was soaring through the sky, gliding like an eagle coasting on the wind currents. He was completely care-free and felt the utmost content for who he was and where he was. It was the most amazing feeling Otto had felt in his entire life. For a while he didn't even realize he was in a dream, he was just there in the moment of his dream. Part of Otto didn't want to know he was dreaming, he wanted the experience to be a reality, and for a moment it was almost as if it was. As Otto discovered his ability to control his flight and was swooping side to side and upside down through the sky fanatically, he realized it was all just a dream and the amazing feeling began to fade. As Otto became more disappointed that he was only dreaming, he began to loose control of his ability to fly altogether and started in a downward spiral to the earth below. Otto saw the ground coming at him fast and was filled with fear. Just as his face was an inch from smashing into the dark surface of earth, he was jolted awake. Otto sat up to recollect what had just happened in his mind.
"What the hell was that", Otto said to himself in astonishment. Questions ran through Otto's mind, "Did that really just happen? Why did that feel so real? I wonder if that dream means anything?" Feeling overwhelmed, he laid back down and closed his eyes trying to get himself back to the incredibly stunning place he just was. He focused very hard and tried to recall the images and feelings, but it wasn't nearly as fulfilling. Somewhat disappointed and puzzled, Otto got out of bed feeling anxious. It was 6:30am and things felt strangely still and eerie. Otto felt like it was a perfect time to alter his state of consciousness since it seemed to be in a strange place already from the peculiar dream he had just awaken from. So he got out his bong and proceeded to get super high.
Otto was shooting for Pluto this time, just seeing how high he could actually get. After Otto had depleted his entire supply, he was pretty much on Pluto or perhaps it was Neptune, it was hard to tell. Really he was anywhere his mind could take him. All of the confusion and anxiety Otto had felt just minutes before had completely disappeared and it was if he was in a whole other world now. The external and material world that most humans dwell in was suddenly gone. The physical world just didn't concern Otto at all anymore, he was lost in his own world of consciousness and thought. The only things that mattered in this strange moment of his altered mind, were the things he had inside him. All of his thoughts, feelings, and just his true and absolute self could exclusively be focused on. It was like looking at himself in the mirror but from another perspective. The feelings of utmost content that Otto had experienced in his dream had returned in this moment. Otto had never been this high before, it was a very surreal experience. Otto was feeling great about life and all of the sudden he just wanted to go out and experience things and people in the world around him.
So he put on his sunglasses and walked out the door without any destination in mind. When Otto saw the clinic across the street, he thought about how he had never been inside. He'd always wondered what it was like in there, so he just walked inside. There was a young woman at the reception desk with a name tag that read "Clara Kate Holloway". She looked friendly so Otto didn't hesitate to engage her in conversation. "Hey Clara Kate, how's it going? I've never been in here before so I was just wondering what it's like in here. Pretty nice clinic you run here. My name's Otto by the way, Otto Vandersloot." "Sir, are you under the influence of drugs right now? Your eyes are bloodshot red.", Clara Kate replied coldly. "No, I just have allergies. Anyway, I'm gonna go talk to someone else now, see ya." Otto couldn't stand the negative energy radiating out of Clara Kate, he had to get away from it immediately. So he just started walking down the hall. "Um, excuse me, where do you think you are going?", Clara Kate's obnoxious voice rang out. "I have to visit my friend, he's very sick.", Otto replied quickly and walked around the corner.
He noticed an open door, so he walked in and found a man lying in a bed looking very confused. "Is this real life?", the man asked. "I can't tell my dreams from reality anymore." "Yes, this is reality", Otto told the man, "Tell me about your dreams, I'm interested." And so this man, who was Christophe Moreau explained his dreams to Otto and Otto told Christophe about the one he had the night before.
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