The Gate

I went home, and when I was at the gate finding my keys, I suddenly remembered my dream. It was Arn, she's been my long time crush since we've met online. Why not check on her?

I walked through the stairs and entered my humble abode. White room with tons of lighting, medical books were sitting atop my computer table, and a purple bed situated beside it. It's the most comfortable room, mind you. Everything is in here.

I got dressed and laid down on my soft bed, checking whatever stupid messages and memes my friends are sending on the group chat again. After a while, I searched her name, not having been online for a few months already. I didn't want to check on her now, since I would be just annoying to her. I just scrolled on random videos again on my feed, and slept.

…A new dream arose before me.

It was absolutely magical and fantastical. It was a garden of flowers— sheening and glinting were they. Butterflies with different hues were flying around the garden, and the small waterfall beside me was raging. The pond beneath the falls had tons of turtles, fishes, and frogs.

Stood before me was a path made out of stones atop shortgrasses, with each and every step I felt the dew touching my bare feet. I followed the path and it led me to a baby blue cottage with accents and hues of yellow. There was a woman sitting, facing the opposite way around.

I sat on the cottage and glared at her, creepily enough, her face was blurred, and she was wearing a polka dot shirt. I broke the vision and stared at the beautiful landscape before me. The clouds were shrouding the sun, it was the perfect weather too. Just like how I like it.

"You've been here before." The woman told me. "I don't recall anything like that, but, sure I did." I didn't know what she was talking about, and I was confused and weirded out by that.

"How can you say that?" I added, still looking at the greeneries. I just can't seem to handle the confusion and with every curiosity I had, I impulsively asked.

"Let me show you, then." I looked at her direction. She stood up and asked me to follow her. We went to a maze, but she knew the way as the wind left her the path. There were distant chirps of birds and the leaves on the walls of the maze gently rustled. At the end of the maze was a monumental staircase with silver railings, the clouds shifted apart as the sun focused its rays on the very end of the stairs— a gate. While we were climbing, I asked her multiple times. "Where are we headed to?" "Where are we going?" But to my futile efforts no response was heard.

A few minutes had passed and we were at the apex of the staircase. The double gate had rods and empty spaces, and it had a lock placed in the middle of it. The empty spaces seemed to not show the other side— it was just the skies.

I looked towards her direction again. Her face was starting to be clear and I was yet again familiar with her face but uncertainty clouded my recognition. Who is she?

"The key that opens this gate lies within the very intricacies of your soul." She reached out her palm towards my chest— her hand was glowing with shades of radiant yellow. Afterwards, a key started to permeate outside of my chest. "Take it, and open the lock."

The key had a heart at its base, a yellow gem at the centre, and the end of it are two protruding rectangles. I then took it and approached the lock, on my attempt to open it, the clouds surrounding the skies and the stairs vanished and turned into a busy road.

There were urban buildings beside me, yet again tons of shops and commodities displayed on their windows, the coffee shop on the right appeared again, the same old pale wooden bench was in the front. I ventured forth the road, as every vehicle had stopped so much that it seemed that time had come to its halt. I went to the left street, which appeared to be a peaceful road, it had beautiful plantations beside it, with varying sizes and shapes. I walked and went to the right, this time the road had a train rail overpassing it, and corporate buildings surrounded the area. I walked and went to the left, of which I seemed to be very lost. It had a very deserted area much different than that of the second turn, a construction site, perhaps? Lastly, I walked and went to the left street yet again, and, this time, a river encompassed the whole horizon. Sparkling were the waters as the sun shone on them ever so brightly.  What stood to be the very center of it was a bridge made out of cotton, an arch overpassed the entrance of the bridge with a sign saying: Here lies the other half of your soul. 

I saw the same silhouette as the woman earlier, distant but unhindering clear vision. I shouted towards her help but I was unable to go through, a magical barrier prohibited me from doing so. Then, she turned towards my direction. Her face was, Arn. It was her all along.