Dreams are rather fascinating creations. There have been few times that I can recall in my meager years of existence that I went a night without dreaming. I dare say I'd give the last penny I own to return to those nights, just one more time. For I cannot, in the last few years, remember a night I did not have a dream. However, not every dream that I conjure is one that is "different". For sure, the dreams are strange, weird, even at times disturbing and vivid. Yet, occasionally they will whisper to me, even in a voiceless room, they will whisper.

In the background, lurking as a phantom might, they whisper. Among the voices, the screams of nightmares and happiness alike, they will whisper. At first, I thought nothing of it. Being on medication for depression and anxiety, weird dreams come with the territory. Most of the time, they would be tame by comparison to recent events. Like most dreams, they made no sense but they weren't night terrors, which at one time I suffered from. Over time, I got used to them, even though there was a blossom of dread each night that I laid my head upon my cool pillow.

I knew what I was getting into when I closed my eyes. Nonsensical wonderland awaited me, but I managed. This changed and I even remember the exact that it had changed. It was the fifteenth of April, two-thousand and fourteen. Weeks before, I had turned the age of twenty which I was in no sort part happy for. Only another year until I could bury my mind into a bottle. This wasn't some sort of fascination with destruction mind you. More so, they were few fleeting moments that I could imagine to just stop thinking for a little while.

It'd always bothered just how much I thought. Many a night was wasted thinking of various things, most of them being petty fears or what-ifs. I just couldn't stop myself. Distractions did, for a time, keep my mind's wheels at a slower pace. Yet, the more I aged, the more I couldn't stop. That night is infamously referred to as the Midnight Whisper. More so because it sounds neat, not because it took place at midnight. For all I know, it did occur sometime around midnight, or it might not have.

In short, I was in bed and asleep before the clock struck ten thirty at night. College was in the morning and I was no stranger to all-night study sessions. The nights when I could afford to sleep early, I took with a quick decision. The dream was strange, as you may have guessed. In the ocean sat two large rocks, completely flat on the tops. They each stood about thirty feet above the churning surface and were nearly fifty feet apart. Facing each other perfectly, there seemed to be no rhyme nor reason that a single black wire was bridging the large gap.

Pondering why the dream had manifested in a way was fascinating to me. I could usually tell by absurdity if I was dreaming or not. There was no point in trying to cross to the other rock from the one I stood upon. My mind, my body compelled me to try, much to my fear of heights and the ocean. Carefully and with the utmost caution possible, I placed my right barefoot onto the wire. It stayed still thankfully and a faint hope sprouted among the madness that I could do this. I could conquer a fear in a dream that I couldn't possibly hope to achieve in the waking world.

My left foot moved next, ahead, slightly ahead of the right. My heart was racing, thumping not only in my chest but my skull. Every rational part that was conscious screamed at me to back up with haste. Forward I slowly went, however, driven by a force that I couldn't imagine being my own will. Near the halfway point, along the wind came a voice. Ignoring it as the mere whisper of nature, I continued along. Five more terrifying steps and the voice came again. This time, I was sure that I had heard it. It had spoken a single word in the tone that angels may speak, "Jump."

The eerie calmness that had carried me this far suddenly dissipated. My legs shook, I shook horribly. What was I doing?! Without a second passing, I was panicking. My arms flailing at my sides, knowingly in vain to delay the inevitable tumble into the blackened depths below that grey sky. With much warning, I fell, barely able to grab onto the wire with my hands and legs. I hung on for dear life, the false realization that this wasn't a dream hit me harder than a ton of breaks. I hung there for what felt like hours as my strength slowly left my limbs. I had tried to crawl my way to the other side, to relative safety but no matter how much I moved, the rock never seemed to get any closer.

The only hope I had was that I was wrong and this was a dream. That I'd hopefully wake up before I fell. Though, as time continued to tick away, more and more I felt my grip loosening. Until finally, the time had come. Falling dreams were always one that I feared having. The sudden stop ever approaching as the wind cut across my flesh.

My lungs emptied in a scream that I could barely hear above the rushing wind and crashing waves. The water welcomed me coldly and as concrete would. There was no breath, not a single hope to reach the surface ever again. I felt absolutely broken in every sense of the word. Down, down, down I went into the inky blackness of the infinite void. Down, down, down until eventually nothing hurt anymore. Lungs that once screamed for oxygen no longer seemed to function or exist at all. Bones that were surely broken upon impact not longer ached nor burned.

Silence surrounded me in that darkness and...I found myself strangely at peace. I wondered to myself if this was what dying was like. I had drowned and now I was dead, soul still trapped in non functioning meat suit that'd met its final end.

Suddenly, there was a soft nudge upon my body, I'd hit the bottom which existed to by amazement. Limbo had taken me, nothing as far as the eye could see. I couldn't tell if I could blink anymore or there was just such a lack of light that there was no point.

Was this my fate? I asked myself, a whispered voice of my own tone in my head was the only thing to break the noiseless atmosphere. A low hum emerged from the direction my feet were facing. It was unlike anything I had heard before, nothing of the real world came to mind once it reached my ears. Then, the light came. Three golden beams that could've been mistaken for sunlight. They were blinding to my light starved eyes. I felt the faintest pain, the slight burn that happens when you're suddenly exposed to brightness.

I did not, could not move as they gazed over me in a diamond pattern, about four feet from each other. That angelic voice spoke to me once more, "Welcome," It whispered longingly.

Then, the three lights blinked...