My Door

This must be a dream. The atmosphere is different. It's a normal day at retail. Or perhaps its not. The obvious is that it's a dream, or could it be the beginning of a nightmare? The appearance of the workplace is different, but I see everyone is here: my close friends, my father, the supervisors, managers. But the moment I set foot into the place through the front doors, I felt something dark. Like a rollercoaster ride, twisting and turning through the tracks, my vision hurries me to a part of the store I am familiar with, and not a moment passes when instantly my sight returns to the present. I knew immediately there was a problem and I knew exactly where.

On the western side of the store, where my vision took me, across from my department, there is a door. It should be for exiting in case of an emergency, but the reality is far from it. The door is calling me. It's wanting me. My head throbs and my muscles seem to take in a extreme amount of relaxation as my body leans toward the door. Associates are gathered and speaking of the door, disregarding my behavior. My buddy sees me and grabs me by the arm, and begins to explain there is absolutely nothing at the other end, just a "white light," not acknowledging what I had just done. His gaze at me hinted that I gave a blank look, or his words were upon deaf ears.

I go to it and open the door and its when everyone finally observes the person reacting to the event.

He is right.

The world is white, but there is a ground, or something that looked as floor. It had a reflection of the upper world, but there was technically no upper world. I didn't know exactly what I was looking at. I wanted to step, but everyone advised me not to. I picked up an item and threw it. The item clatters at contact with obvious ground, and settles. The world changes, everything fades into purple and blue. It's like a virus of the real world. Everything is flashing like a disco hall, but the colors and the luminosity appeared more of an angry tone.

I suddenly see the parking lot, but it's not the parking lot. It's dark and deformed. Cars are turned upside down and the lines of the parking lanes were oddly shaped and twisted. There were different levels of lanes as some were six feet above ground or delved six feet below. What am I staring at?

My buddy instantly runs in, grabs the item and tosses it further into the realm, returning back into the store. Nothing happened to him, but an impulsive anxiety came over him and dreaded he ran into this lighted abyss, vowing he wouldn't do it again. And when I look at him, and back into the door, the images seem to fade in and out, telling me I see what I wanted to see. I close my eyes, and open them seconds later. I can now see my desire, and because I see my desire, I want to run in. But I fear if I went through, I would never come back. This door is meant for me, yet I hadn't the courage to enter, not even to achieve my desire.

I felt all of my dreams and all of my fantasies led me to this door. I want to walk through, because I feel when I do I should disappear with my desire, and something tells me its not the most terrible thought to think of. But an overwhelming sensation is telling me this phenomenon will stay until I make the choice.

My father comes to me and greets me as if nothing was happening. After reassuring words from my father, he goes to his duty while I return to my department and find a coworker walking away from a close friend watching the occurrence. So I speak with her, telling her of all that has befallen. I don't reveal my urges for the door to anyone, or her, nor my buddy.

Regardless, the three of us leave and head for the break room where I find four men. These men are investigators of this phenomenon. They tell me this is not uncommon, basically saying these occurrences happen on an every day basis. However, the purpose of this door is unknown but they understood it's purpose dealt with something that's drawn to it. They were intelligent men. I knew what it was here for and so did they. What troubles me is they inform me it's a door to another world, or to an alternative reality; a dimension only meant for the strongest of hearts and fearless. I didn't understand, nor did I care.

I had a choice to make. To walk through and find out, or leave it be. But my inability to fully understand what is happening eats inside of me. I feel emptiness like a black hole within my soul, sucking the life into an unknown location never to be seen again. It's then I realize what I must base my decision on. Dream or not…how many doors are there for me to walk through, and how many of them are meant for me…