Who the HELL am I?

SEBASTIAN FULLER

I am standing on the familiar cliff top, staring out to sea. My dream always starts this way. I follow the same path that I feel I have been following forever.

As I wandered down the cliffside, I have normally been faced with at least one faceless person, telling me to hurry, that it's about to begin, then they disappear. But this time I am alone. It is odd I always know that I am dreaming, but it is also so real.

Before long, I came to the opening of the cave. Normally, when I reach the cave, I am stopped by more faceless people. The message is always the same, to hurry, that the time is coming, and that it's time to come home, that my true self needs to set free.

I have always thought that this dream has always had some……