Sub

By N.S.

The world lives two lives.

The first is sunny and bright – land, sprawling for miles, all visible, all traversable.  Most has been discovered and explored, too much has been developed and over-worked.

The second is the hidden world under the ocean, and here things are dark and inaccessible.  There are crevices in the ocean floor that rival the size of the Grand Canyon.  Miles and miles of space that has never been seen by human eyes. 

You live two lives.

The first is mostly in light – awake, in control.  Things are familiar and usually what they seem.  You know where you are going, you know where you’ve been.

The second is the shadowy world of dreams, and here things are hidden—weird, illogical.  Whether you believe it or not, you dream every night – dreams might even be the reason for sleeping – but you don’t always remember it. 

So your other life – a wealth of experiences just as real as anything you experience when you are awake, only more bizarre and intricate – largely stays hidden.  Your other life often vanishes as soon as you wake up.

You swim across, you see the sky overhead, the sun on the waves.  You are skimming the surface of a great abyss.