Soul felt more alive, because she realized she was lucid dreaming. In this game called Life. But she was still scared. So she thought of Oversoul, which worked. Because her mentor’s face materialized. Smiled at her, and just at the right time. Because she needed help working out the meaning of this dream. Hiding from enemies. Whose characters would bleed over from dreamtime to awake time.
Oversoul explained some of it, but left more for Soul to work out on her own.
“I see,” said Soul, “I was like Jason seeking the Golden Fleece. On my journey I met Shadow, which was why I tried to fight her. But it was no use, because my energy just gave Shadow her shape-shifting powers.”
“That’s how Shadow became Jason’s hydra-headed beast,” Soul said. “I was afraid.”
Oversoul smiled. Said, “It’s not a beast you know.
“Oh but it was. It was big, Had fur and fangs. And it wanted to eat me.”
Oversoul laughed. “Do you remember when I warned you about this world?”
“Yes. You dream at night, but that’s not the only time. You dream during the day, too.”
“Will the beast find me when I wake up?” asked Soul.
Oversoul laughed again. “No. It’s not real.”
“Then, if it’s not, what is it? Why did it come after me?”
“Because you created it. It’s just the egregore of your own misdirected energy. Did you see where it went when you called me in your mind?”
“Yes. Slinking back to its cave, biding its time…”
Oversoul nods again. Waits. Was the process sinking in this time? Then she continues. “Whether or not it stays there a long time before it comes out, you must be ready for it. For it will come out eventually. Might as well get it over with.”
“There’s a sure way to transcend that old drama. That pain-story,” said Oversoul.
“Yes. You transmute it into gold,” she said.
I started this children’s fable a while back. I may have to find it and polish it up. So then I can provide a link. For you to read it to someone. Because they might need to know about this dream called life. And how to play at it, to win.