Chapter 3: Chapter 2 : Dream World

After being stuck in this strange place for so long, I realized something even more.

I call this place The Dream World. Because whatever I want, I can make it happen here. Just like a dream.

Food, drinks, tables, chairs, or whatever it is, all can be realized here only because if I want it. Even the dolphin bolster in my room can be re-created here.

Just by imagining what things I want to make happen, all of that will actually materialize according to the image in my mind.

 

I realized this when all of these places suddenly became infinitely bright white.

At that time, I was still confused by what happened and couldn't digest what I saw. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became.

A plain and boundless bright white room. Just what exactly is this place?

I got up and walked to explore the various directions in this place.

At that time, I had not realized that the cause of this place to be bright was because of my will. So I'm still curious about the strange phenomenon that just happened.

The longer I walked, the more I never saw the end and this only made me more tired.

Everywhere this place looked the same, white and plain without any difference. Even as far as how far I get to other places, they will look the same as where I stood before, no difference.

And after all this, the heavy thought of this quest not only exhausts me mentally as well as physically, but also makes me hungry.

Then my mind suddenly felt like an electric shock.

"If there's nothing here, how can I eat?"

I'm feeling hopeless again.

Without food, how can I survive here?

If only I could get out, but how?

“Grourrrghh”

A sound effect came from getting tired and hungry myself.

“If only there was something to eat here.”

But everywhere I looked, this place was just an innocent place without the slightest difference.

Then at times like this, flashbacks flashed through my mind. Now I'm even thinking about the cooking of the housemaid, who always stays at home and prepares all kinds of food for me.

"Come to think of it, I've never thanked her."

I pondered, thinking back that it was true, I had always ignored the maid and thought of her as an existence that never existed.

How cruel I am. I never thanked the maid. I now feel like an ungrateful person.

Not only as an ungrateful person, I feel worse than that. Maybe as a person who does not know kindness and cannot give back the favor.

If only, I could meet her again, I would be grateful to her. But either way, it's too late now. I am now confined in an unknown place, there is no way I can get out of here. I've looked around, but there's only infinite room as far as the eye can see.

Is this regret? Just because regret always comes at the end of the story?

I was always blinded by the desire to get love from parents that was not reached, I even ignored the kindness of those around me. I'm really despicable.

“If only, the maid cooked food for me when I made it back. From then on I promised to respect her food and eat her food properly."

I'm sorry, until now I've never eaten the maid's cooking properly.

Not being grateful, sometimes wasting food, and getting used to not eating it properly, those are all what I do most of the time.

That's really what I was doing at the time.

But just as I was thinking about that maid's cooking and imagining how delicious it would be. A plate complete with food that I was very familiar with appeared suddenly in front of me.

I don't know where that came from.

I froze again for a moment, thinking how the food on the plate could just appear.

After all, it's a dish I'm familiar with. A dish that is often given to me, which I often throw back.

That's right, this is the food the housemaid used to cook for me.

But how did it appear.

Is this sent from home, but how?

Then, is this place connected to the house or something? No, that's impossible.

I don't know what the answer is anymore.

“This came about because I wanted the maid's cooking. Does that mean…”

Right now since all that appears is food, I want water too. Therefore, I thought back to the usual glass of water paired with the food that was usually sent to me.

If this hypothesis is true then,... the possibility of water will appear.

I don't know where this thought came from, but fantasy stories always have a lot of magical backdrops that are always unreasonable, so maybe this is true.

Even though I know this is baseless, but deep in my mind and subconscious, I somehow thought of a ridiculous idea like this.

But what the hypothesis turned out to be true. Really, what actually happened. A glass of water actually suddenly appeared in front of me.

It's like a miracle.

But it's really magical if I see.

I go back to thinking about the weird things that have happened 3, not 4 times now. Sent in a strange and dark place, then the room suddenly lighted up, then I got some food, and now I got a glass of water just what I thought.

All very strange, as if I was dreaming. But maybe it really was a dream, because what I remember earlier was that I was lying on the bed and then must have fallen asleep. So it's not strange if this happens in a dream.

But why does this dream feel so real?

The taste of the food, the tiredness, the hunger, it all feels real. All my five senses are also functioning properly. So is this really reality?

So I'm not dreaming?

 

And since then, I understand more and more where this is and how to survive here.

I started calling this the Dream World, simply because it would be more convenient to call it that.

Then regarding magical things like I can manifest various things, I also named this as a Creation Magic.

Just like some fantasy magic. That really brings out what I was thinking.

 

And since then I've decided to live here until I really find a way out.

I'd be lying if I didn't want to go out. But the longer I'm here, the longer I feel bored. Here since there's no day and night, I don't know how long I've been here, but I'm sure it must have been a long time.

It's true that at first I was happy.

Because in this place is a suitable place for a loner like me.

I can do everything I want without anyone bothering me. Moreover, I can make anything happen as long as I remember the structure, like all the comfortable things in my room. Although I can't do everything, at least all the needs such as food, shelter and bed can be met. I feel like this really is freedom now.

Parents love?

I haven't needed it in a long time. Haven't I forgotten about it since the beginning of high school? Why even think about it. Want to live with people who never even cared about them, what's the point of that?

There is indeed an exception for the maid of the house. But now I can't get out of here, and it's more pleasant to stay here without any more warning letters coming from school.

So I can skip school without any burden on my shoulders. Truly, the life of heaven.

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Can sleep as much as I want, eat whatever I want, and can even carry expensive things that I've never had in my room for as long as I can remember the picture.

That's a true picture of free living.

But,...

“I'm bored~...”

That's right, no matter how great a satisfied human is. In the end he will feel bored if there is nothing else great he can do.

Although it has brought new things here, but something has its limits.

And what's worse, because I can't make anything complicated, I can't make electronic equipment that has complex things in it, such as televisions, computers and gaming devices. Even here there is no internet. The knowledge I have is still lacking to make objects that have high technology.

So anyway, here I too will end up bored.

"I want to get out of here."

Since then I started seriously thinking about how to get out of here. No entertainment can kill my boredom, so I have to go out and find some modern entertainment.

But how?

Another question popped up in my mind.

Is there a way to get out of this place?

Really, what exactly is this place?

No matter how far I go, it never shows an end. It was as if this place was an infinite space.

I'm not sure if I can get out of here or not.

But even so, I haven't given up. I will do anything to get out of here.

And from then on, my research for plans to get out of here began.

This place which is like an imaginary world and defies common sense, there might be some magical things that can get me out too. So I started with various magic experiments. Because in this Dream World is an imaginary world that is strange and unrelated to reality and can manifest anything like magic.

I already know that in this place I can achieve anything I want. Just by thinking about it, then what I think can come true as long as I know the picture.

For example, when I want a ball, then I think of the detailed shape of the ball that I remember, and then magically the ball will appear in front of me. Likewise, for other things like food and drink, as long as I have a clear picture of the specifics of the item, then I can make it happen.

But it has its limits. So far I can materialize all the non-living things I can think of, but as for living things, I can't make them happen, be it animals, plants, or humans, I can't make them happen.

Maybe because it's also a complicated shape, I can't make it.

Even if it could, it was just a doll-like receptacle, showing no life activity at all.

Suppose if I managed to materialize the fruit and then get the seeds of the fruit. Even though from the outside it will look like a real seed, it still won't grow even if I manage to create an ideal soil for the seed.

This proves that anything living cannot be realized by me here.

 

And then there's one problem that's been bugging me.

It was that I didn't need to breathe, nor did I need to excrete or sweat.

That means bringing the conclusion that I'm not a living being?

But how can I think until now?

At first I didn't notice it, but during this research and during my stay here, I started to notice it. At first I didn't care or didn't even notice, because the previous fun trumped all that. So it's only now that I realized.

Come on, even in the real world I myself often don't remember that I'm breathing. Everything happens naturally, as well as here. So if I didn't bring it up, I wouldn't have realized it myself because so far I've never felt any discomfort.

I summoned the mirror to appear in front of me. To correct myself, I need a mirror to see my own reflection.

Summoning the mirrors, I place them in front of me. It's the big mirror in my room.

When I look in the mirror. No problem. I can see my normal self as usual. But the bottom of me, right from the waist down, in the legs, everything started to look transparent. It's not that it's intangible, but it's as if my feet have almost disappeared like a ghost.

But that means, am I now a spirit?

This explains why I myself couldn't feel my own body at that time.

Then if I'm a spirit now, does that mean I'm dead?

Do I die in my sleep?

Then what is the cause?

I don't know any more what the correct answer to this is.

Forgetting it for now I'd better get back to my research and start focusing on finding a way out of this place instead.

But before that, to make me feel more comfortable. I rebuilt the house I've been living in.

Because at first it was just stuff lying around everywhere. It all looks messy. Even though there is no sun here, this place is always bright and never rains. Therefore, until now I feel that I don't need a home at all.

But it's different if it's a matter of atmosphere.

I need a comfortable atmosphere for myself.

Isn't there a saying that there is no place as comfortable as possible except my own beautiful home?

So that's why I started building houses.

It's not too complicated, because I'm often at home myself. And even if things were complicated, here it wasn't the real world that had various conditions to consider. So as long as I make a house that can stand strong. Other complicated details I can ignore.

 

Then after a few minutes, the mansion I used to live in appeared in front of me. You don't have to worry about earthquakes, rain or storms here. So as long as the foundation is solid, the house can stand safely.

Then entering the interior, I began to fill this house with various furniture that I had remembered for so long. Manifesting, eliminating, or transferring are the abilities I can do here. So I can also do things outside the house to place them inside the house.

Just like a space transfer magic.

And then if there was a mountain of trash, I could easily negate them until they disappeared.

I don't need to fill in all the things I remember, just what is needed for now. If it's something related to electricity or the internet, I can get past it, after all right now I still can't materialize high-tech stuff. Maybe I could if I wanted to, but I still lack the knowledge to be able to do all that. The knowledge of middle school students is still not enough to understand the working function of complex technology.

And somehow at times like this I feel a little regret. “Why didn't I learn more in the real world?”, and that's the regret I felt when I wanted to get my computer back.

But do what I can for now.

It's useless to cry over spilled milk.

For now, I can start by experimenting if I want, linking up the bits and pieces of knowledge I have to make electricity flow someday.

But now let's finish making the house.

Since the part other than my own room I didn't really need, I went through a lot of things I didn't need. So it finished faster, now is the time to renovate my room.

I put the mattress, pillow, and bolster in the shape of my dolphin with very fitting details. Then a closet filled with clothes and then a table and chairs and mirrors. The rest because it mostly uses electricity I don't need to make it.

I also made a notebook to write a diary about myself. Since I don't know how long I'll be here so it's necessary to write things down.

Then because here there is also no sun, then there will be no day and night. So I won't know the turn of the day. But luckily I remembered about an automatic clock mechanism that could record the passage of time, like a stopwatch. So I made a simple clock that I know how to work to record my seconds, minutes, hours, days and years here. So I can tell how long I've been living here.

So now I have no problem with time.

Because now I don't know the exact time, like what time is it? What day? Or what month and year? I just need to set it from zero from now on.

I hope it's not the thousands of years I've spent trapped here.

So I will try to find a solution as soon as possible.

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