Jacob Geafram: Reality Scholar

I would love to have feedback on this. A review as well. Need some criticism, but any feedback will do. This is only a rough draft version, and will be tweaked when I get around to it. :)


I am in a dream. And this dream is reality.

As I walk across the stones on a small, arch-like bridge, I look into the stars in the dark blue sky and see the dreams and realities that make up our universe. Imaginations, ideas, fantasies, all rolled in one cohesive thought, creating our world in the center of the universe. I stopped in the middle of the bridge, and looked over the side into the river underneath bearing gold fish swimming freely through clear, cool water from the Icy Mountains down South. To my right, is the entrance to the city of Memories, and to my left is a small, grassy plain that enters into a dark gloomy forest called The Forest of Torment. As I look over the river in front, my eyes are met with the morning sun, creeping upon the distance above the tall hills and valleys.

The sky begins to brighten slightly above me, along with the stars receding into the blackness of space, being overcome by two suns off in a great distance. And with the new day starting to arise, I make my way toward the city to meet its denizens and to start a new way of life. A new reality. I will make a new reality, and create my dream with new memories. And I will create my future.

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"Why is it called the City of Memories?" When I entered the city, I came across a scholar sitting by a wooden bookstand down the main, golden brick street. He was one of the surprisingly few people here, wearing glasses, blonde hair, and a black dress shirt with a red scarf. He looked up from a book he was reading, titled 'The Adventures of Garry Bluemon.' "Sorry if I was bothering you.."

"No it's completely fine. Where are you from lad?" The scholar asked.

"I'm from Carthus. Otherwise known as, the City of Dreams." I said. "The city is built from the imagination of many beings from the universe. So I'm guessing this city has to do with memories am I right?"

The scholar smiles. "You would be correct. This city is built upon the memories of many creatures across the universe. You must be wondering how can this city hold the memories of so many?" I nodded. This is the first I been in this city, so naturally this is new to me. "Well this city has multiple dimensions inside it. Multiple worlds are created through memories, and is stored everywhere throughout this city, each in its own form of dimension. You can access all worlds created from memory from here essentially whereas your city, Carthus, is just naturally created into multiple zones where imagination plays a key part in each zone's creation. Memories, if you think about it, are like storage banks. That's how the whole multiple dimension aspect fits this city. Each world is a storage of memory compiled together to form a said world."

"I see." A memory of a hill, or a plain or forest. Memories of some sad event, or happiness. I wondered since if every being has memories, and offers their perspectives on it, how can a world be shaped from such things? Perhaps it is not complete memories, but only portions. Very small portions of collected memories of a similar nature, combined to create a single world inside a dimension. "How can I tell if I am seeing an entrance to another dimension then?" I decided not to bother him with a more complex question.

"You'll know. There are portals around everywhere, and they will be easy to spot. Try not wandering into them though, without knowing how to get back. Many have lost themselves in this city. Lost in each world, and the memories from which they were created from." The scholar returned to his book, assuming the conversation was over, even cracking a smile at his little analogy with what he said. What an odd fellow, this scholar is.

“Well I'll be sure to be careful then.” I responded. “I'm actually looking for a specific memory though. I was hoping you could help me out.”

“Why are you a scholar like me?” he asked.

“Well yes. Just starting out as a dream scholar though. I'm looking for a memory that has dream that leaked inside it. Can you help me?”

“And they didn't give you some kind of almanac?”

“An... almanac?”

The scholar sighs, and gets up to reach into the bookstand, and pulls out a large book called Almanac of the Natural Universe. “Here. It's more of a map than it is an almanac, but it will come in handy. It's the bible for scholars such as ourselves. I'm surprised you didn't have one.” I took the almanac and looked it over. The book seemed to be made of leather, and on the front pictured a large tree, with deep roots, and in the background are several stars with some planets (some large some small and distant). “The almanac is infinite. You can find virtually everything, as well as how to get anywhere.”

“Well thanks. So I can find the memory I'm looking for from this?”

“When I say it can help you get anywhere, I mean ANYWHERE. Trust me you should have no problem finding.... wherever you need to go.” The scholar sat down and opened up his book again. “Just look up portals in the City of Memories, and you should have no problem finding it. It will tell you where, and when, the portal to that memory open up. As long as you have the almanac, you will never get lost.”

“Well again thank you. I'll be on my way I suppose. Take care.” The scholar returned the farewell, and I headed down the golden street past several houses, toward the beginning of my new life as a dream scholar, and eventually, a reality scholar.