Distorted Chambers In The Realm Of Dreams - Chapter 17

Mammoth Waterfall

Rachel and I were walking out of a building and towards a parking lot. For some reason we stopped to see if anyone was following us. We had a sense that danger was behind but it dissolved as we continued. Black iron chairs, with slated grating aligned a small walkway that led to some bridge. We had just crossed the treacherous looking structure when we looked out over the skyline. It was as if we had looked out of an airplane window as we were looking out over the tops of the clouds, or what would have seemed like clouds. We saw a waterfall that was very wide and fell down for miles.

The sound of the water crashing to the bottom could not be heard, only the flow of it and it was like wind. It made small sparkling noises as small droplets would collide with the main body of the water.

It sounded like music only very distant and quiet under the sound of the flow which was ominously terrifying and wondrously peaceful at the same time. We climbed down more stairs and looked back up at the waterfall from the opposite side we had come from. It seemed to me that the black iron-like bridge and descending stairs upon either side were very thin and not sturdy enough. The waterfall plunged down so far that the ground could not be seen. A vast yet soft mist of white encompassed the fall and drifted thinly upward where the massive water ran over the edge, cascading down from some unseen river in the planes of the sky. Blinding daylight sparkled against everything. Wherever we were, we were well within the atmosphere and therefore felt more at ease.

Quickly I retraced some steps to other distant realms. I remembered the woods of another path long ago, where a path wound around the trees that it seemed a maze of natural surroundings, but it had no end or border, no middle point, no answer. And a cliff side hidden by obscurity, winding through a bleak canyon of white sand and red clay dust. And the small cave-like dwelling near the top in a remote corner carved into the stone. A road was there once, a paved highway and was still just as distant. An Arabic symbol and design along the tops of the stones. It appeared to be a half moon with a single prong from a crown or a fork, resembling a weapon worn as an ornament, next to it.

And a dwelling had been dug into the side of a massive sand dune that had since began to turn solid. An echo seemed to emit from the cliffs. Human voices.

I stood and gazed at the waterfall and wondered if there was some kind of cave behind it. A cliff-side that used to be dry and in a wasteland area of the world. This mammoth waterfall was either an entrance to these other realms, or it was an escape from them. But the bottom of the fall could only be reached from the rickety iron spiraling stairs.