As school had ended, the powerful stress within me perished from my mind. The hour long class of mathematics only made my mind fatigue of boredom and great impatience. The unexplainable load of writing jumbled units and tedious equations of algebra only ceased to waste precious time of my hobbies and other activities.

Praise God as Friday was today, I needn't worry of work until the last of day of my weekend. As I clear my mind for a while to calm every nerves within me, a powerful spark strikes my mind, I was to meet with my great friend Hamilton. I descended down the marbled staircase of the first floor and reached the energetic, bizarre ground floor.

It was indeed the canteen floor that my foot had touched. I saw the anthropoid outline of my admirable friend Hamilton. I hastened in the vicinity of Hamilton and of course he took a great cognisance of my presence.

He sat as he continued his perusal of the highly chunky novel, although I took no interest into the novel he read, I sat on the small plastic chair next to him.

He has great interest of novels and has great perseverance of scrutinising old ancient novels that no humans took an interest or knew such existence of this book. He was an outcast, no mere presence of humans ever acknowledged him.

I shattered his time of reading with a genteel hello greeting towards him. It took an infinitesimal amount of time until he finally absorbed my greeting and returned his response with a solemn greeting back towards me.

He seemed to be of no mood to verbalise with variant human beings and only seemed well absorbed in the legendary worlds or places of the books he had read.

He has an obscure behaviour today, habitually, his mood was in a utopianism and in an inquisitive state. One who admires lectures of knowledge and novels that grasped his very own sensitive mind.

After his crude solemn response, he beseeched for help. He explained to me about his surreal, powerful dreams that rather seemed more like memoirs of his ancient self.

Those unexplainable, nameless dreams gave perpetual pain and ache in his mind. He could only ease his weak mind with the reading of books while the sound of soft mirthful chatters pulsating in the background of his ears.

A spark of fevered interest and curiosity made me dread for acknowledgement to his esoteric dreams.
I demanded him to elucidate his occurrence of the dream.

Indeed he returned my question with a satiated response. He explained, during his dreams ; he stood on a landscape circumambulated by decrepitude structures of rather bewildering architectonics.

Hamilton spoke :
"Forward of my sight revealed an olden Brobdingnagian gritty stone stairs that led to something frightfully imperious.

It's deprived phosphorescence fluoresced through the colossal entrance and reached my very own Lilliputian eyes compared to such wonders of size I have ever viewed. The entrance was rather indescribable in acreages or even the avoirdupois weight of it.

I tire in strength as I shin up the great length of the extensive brooding stairs. Enervation flowed throughout my body as I was nigh the entrance of the undivulged threshold of an entire otherly world.

The only thing that kept me to advance was my will power, although all parts of me succumbed to fatigue, I still arise by the power of my will.

So contiguous towards it. Only a few stairs left, stood above me. I persevered and I now stood on the frontier of the grand entrance.

I espy the inscrutable, unfathomable and the blasphemous other worldly, chaotic nameless land. The unrest fear grasped my fragile heart. There was a hideous beast, colossal and Herculean, one took characteristics of a giraffe, it's extensive, blackened hardened ossicones, it's stretched out cervix, it's hideous, shiny metallic body which rather seemed like armour and it's lengthy inked furry legs roam the disastrous, sinister lands.

What seemed like cultist from the distance, bowed down to it, the clouds were inglorious, as though infested by blood and pure white firmament seemed blackened in this world.

It was incomprehensible to my very own sensitive oculus, I departed back to the entrance and retreated from that forsaken world.

I then awaken by my very own father, his ill worried face says it all. It wasn't any quotidian dreams, they were rather visions. For each time I awake from my dream, the dreadful pain only grows like a tumour in my brain and gnaws at the back of my mind.

The perpetual ache has a tenacious linger on me..."