Forbidden Confessions of a Dream Walker - Part 6: The Fall

It didn’t happen during a battle.
It didn’t happen because I failed a mission.
It happened because of knowledge.

One night, I was approached by another Dream Walker — a woman I knew well, or thought I did.
There was something different about her.
A crack in her spirit, a trembling in her voice.
Something broken.

She had been touched by something forbidden — some terrible truth about human existence that we were never meant to understand.
She tried to tell me about it.
I didn’t understand the words — not really.
But even hearing the edges of it, even brushing against that knowledge, changed me.

It was like a crack forming inside my mind.
A tiny flaw that hadn't been there before.

At first, I didn’t realize anything was wrong.
But soon after, everything began to change.

The others — the Dream Walkers — grew distant.
Not out of betrayal, but because something had shifted.
They could feel it too, even if they didn’t understand it.
They didn’t have the power to banish me, and I never blamed them.

I knew, even then, where the judgment had come from.

It was the Angels.

They had seen the flaw.
They had judged me dangerous — not because I had done something evil, but because I had been touched by forbidden knowledge.
A disease of the mind, a madness that could not be allowed to spread.

No explanations.
No forgiveness.

One day, I belonged.
The next, I was utterly alone.

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NEXT - Part 7: Exile and Healing

 

Forbidden Confessions of a Dream Walker - Part 5: Years of Purpose

For a long time, life in the dream world settled into a kind of rhythm.

I would find myself drawn to people in need — usually those being tormented by demons, just as I once had been.
Sometimes I arrived alone, piecing together the situation slowly, like waking up halfway through a story.
Other times, fellow Dream Walkers appeared — friends I recognized, even if I couldn’t always remember how or when we had first met.

There were no maps. No formal orders.
We acted because we knew we had to.
When the darkness gathered, we were drawn to it like sparks to dry tinder.

Sometimes the Angels gave me missions directly — appearing in dreams, cloaked in brilliant light, teaching me how to protect those I found.
Other times, the dream world itself seemed to pull me toward trouble.

The work was simple in principle, if not in practice:
Find the demon.
Resist its fear.
Command it to leave.

Demons have no real power of their own.
They feed off the power we give them — off fear, weakness, hatred.
If you stand firm, if you invoke God or Christ, you can banish them with little more than a word or a gesture.

I saw things during those years that most people could never imagine.
I fought creatures twisted and furious.
I stood alongside dogs and humans alike, battling to free the lost and the broken.

And sometimes... sometimes I was granted glimpses of deeper truths.
The Angels didn’t just send me to fight.
They also taught me — strange, holy things about existence itself.
Once, they showed me a vision of the Garden of Eden: a place of pure, luminous white, a silent mist, a path leading toward vibrant, living forests.
A beginning before beginnings.

They gave me pieces of a puzzle, but never the whole picture.
There were always things they held back.
Secrets I wasn’t ready — or maybe not allowed — to understand.

Still, for a time, I belonged to something greater than myself.
I fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves.
I had purpose.
I had a place.

And then, one day, it all ended.

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NEXT - Part 6: The Fall

 

Forbidden Confessions of a Dream Walker - Part 4: Allies and the Hidden War

At first, I thought I was alone.
But as I wandered the dream world, testing my abilities, I began to realize something:
I wasn’t.

Others were out there.
Some were humans like me — though they came in different shapes and strengths.
Some were not human at all.

Not all were friendly.

There were demons, like the Hag — hateful things that fed on fear and suffering.
But there were also beings of light — the ones I would later understand were Angels.
And there were dogs.
Faithful, joyful companions who moved through the dream world as easily as they did the waking one.
They became good friends — loyal allies in battles that most people would never even know existed.

I don’t remember exactly when I first met the Angels.
Dream memories are slippery that way.
I only know that before I met them, I encountered other human Dream Walkers.
Or, as we sometimes called ourselves, Demon Hunters.

The human Dream Walkers were generally welcoming.
Meeting them felt natural — like running into old friends you didn’t remember you had.
We didn’t always have formal plans.
Sometimes, we stumbled onto each other in the middle of a mission.
Other times, we worked in groups when the job was too big for one of us alone.
The dream world was chaotic, fractured — and yet, somehow, we found each other when we needed to.

The Angels came to me not as soldiers, but as teachers.
One at a time, they appeared — guiding me, showing me glimpses of deeper truths.

It was through them that I first learned about the hidden war.

There were three sides, they told me:
The Angels.
The Demons.
And a third, more mysterious faction they would not fully explain.

Humans, they said, were central to the war.
But whether we were pawns, prizes, or something more — they wouldn’t say.

Some knowledge, it seemed, was too dangerous to share.

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NEXT - Part 5: Years of Purpose

 

Forbidden Confessions of a Dream Walker - Part 3: Awakening to Power

After that night, everything was different.

In my very next dream, I could feel it — a courage I had never known before.
At the time, I thought it was the light I had received, some gift from above.
Now, I wonder if it was simply the realization that fear no longer ruled me.

I discovered that the dream world wasn’t just a place of helpless terror.
It was a world of thought.
A place where belief and will shaped reality itself.

I tested my newfound strength.
I flew.
I shifted my form — turning into a dog, a bird, anything I could imagine.
I sent blasts of energy from my hands, defeating enemies I created just for target practice.
I learned I could move instantly to distant places just by willing it.

I realized something else, too — something important.
Anyone can travel in dreams.
Sometimes people get lost — find themselves in strange, distant places without understanding why.
If it ever happens, all they have to do is close their eyes and wish themselves awake.
It really is that simple.

For the first time, dreams were not a prison.
They were a playground.
A training ground.

I didn’t know it yet, but I was becoming something very rare.
A Dream Walker.

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NEXT - Part 4: Allies and the Hidden War