Lucid: the city

He was utterly right. This place was the nearest thing I could imagine to a heaven. Everything was perfect, from the way the trees all grew thick and were vibrant in colours, from the crystal clear river that was running in between them, to the marvellous unique creatures that were roaming without a care. Creatures that were deemed a mere fantasy from where I came from, unicorns and centaurs . There were also animals I was familiar with like rabbits, cats and deers. But over here, they looked even more sublime. Their thick fur glimmering under the great sun whilst they ran and hopped just like the flow of the river they were gathering around, eloquent. I could see and sense no conflict amongst them. There was no territorial desire or the need to distinguish a superiority over another. They all lived as one.. and fed on the greenery the forest had to offer. Even the carnivores amongst them, gnawed away on the grass.

The air was different, different from any air I had ever been within. It didn't even feel like air, more so like I was placed inside a still picture. Was there even air, wait was I even breathing. I put my hand over my chest to feel for my heart, but there was no clear pulse, so I tried the side of my throat. It only verified that i did in fact have no pulse. I had realised that the whole time I thought I was breathing that I hadn't even breathed.

'I have no pulse..' I looked over to him.

'You don't need it.'

'Then this isn't real after all' I questioned.

A smirk came over his expression. We walked in silence for a few minutes, whilst I internally tried to figure out an explanation.

'No..not that this isn't real ...the only thing I needed to get here was my subconscious... or more so use it just so I knew that I was here. That is why I don't need to breathe.'

His eyes flickered slightly though his smirk was still visible. I knew from the prolonged expression he made, that he knew something I didn't.

'But even where I come from.. ultimately my kind only knows that one is existing because our consciousness tells us that we do. Without our consciousness we would have no sense of reality, ultimately .. no sense of anything and this includes our existential. Our body is just a mere host, since our brains are the only thing that have any sense of existence. I am an existence through my brain. I come down to nothing but my conscious brain. And my body comes down to nothing but to be my brains host...'

His expression had changed. I could tell he no longer knew any more than what I did.

'And so' I stopped then looked him in the eyes, just to observe his expression '... I'm not here only subconsciously but consciously too. Im in an alternate that's between the both, existing but not enough that I knew I existed. And so I don't need to actually breathe.'

He looked slightly agitated by my remark, it was then that I knew I was somewhat near the truth. So was what he had told me a lie, was my body truly in a deep coma. I knew not to trust him however, he had a somewhat sadistic thrill from me not knowing anything and instead guessing.