I discovered a new word: Psychoportation
Psychoportation powers supposedly allow people to travel and influence time and space using the powers of their minds. A manifester can choose to travel alone, or or to take another living being or object along. As a believer in not believing anything until you feel or experience it, I was more than skeptical from the start, and it didn’t help when my research took me to the the Dungeons and Dragons Wiki page, or when a weird point system used as a currency to calculate travel potential kept popping up. I was just about to roll my eyes and close the Dungeons and Dragons Wiki page when I saw a word that has more power over me than most, dream. The term, “sex sells” would be “dream sells” if applied to my life, so I clicked on it, and it took me to a branch of psychoportation called “dream travel.”
The definition of “dream travel” given by the Dungeons and Dragons Wiki is littered with some nonsense, but amongst the nonsense I found parts that made a lot of strange sense to me. Here they are, removed from most of the jumble:
“You and any creature you touch are drawn along a crystal arc of reverie to the edge of conscious thought and into the region of dreams. You can take more than one creature along with you.”
Delete the horrible phrase “crystal arc of reverie” and what is left is a “something” we all recognize: a dream. I’ve been touched by other dreamers…by their novels, their music, by the beauty they twist and fold into their own lives and into the lives of others, like me. Dreamers live beautifully. Their elegance doesn’t rely on things or opinions.
You physically enter the land of dreams, leaving nothing behind.
In the region of dreams, you move through a menagerie of thoughts, desires, and phantoms created by the minds of dreamers everywhere.
To leave nothing of yourself behind when entering a dream comes easily to some people. They are the ones who jump into it as if it were a blue pool or a warm bed. The people who are terrified of drowning sometimes creep in slowly, a toe, then a foot, then eventually the soul. Those who don’t find the courage might eventually be pushed in, violently, when they fall in love for example. They might search for it through substance abuse. The ones who never make it become empty, or preoccupied, or addicted, or empty and preoccupied and addicted. Many of them can be found on Wall Street on a Monday morning or at fashion week taking selfies and spending too much time thinking about being cool.
What happened to all the people who did enter into the dream? They are living amongst other dreamer minds, a menagerie of thoughts and desires. These people are writing novels, traveling, becoming doctors, healers, and teachers, and doing all of it with sincerity. Dreams introduce us to the purest manifestation of passion, a passion that can only function and grow out of sincerity.
For every minute you move through a dream, you can “wake” to find yourself five miles displaced in the waking world. Thus, a character can use this power to travel rapidly by physically entering where only dreams normally prowl, moving the desired distance, and then stepping back into the waking world.
Dream travel can also be used to travel to other planes that contain creatures that dream, but doing this requires crossing into the dreams of outsiders, where you are subject to the vagaries of many dream realities—a potentially perilous proposition.
Any creatures that come along when dream travel is manifested also make the transition to the borders of unconscious thought. A creature separated from you wanders off into the dreamscape.
When the duration ends, all affected creatures return to the waking world as much as 1,000 miles (d%x10) from their starting point. If a creature remains in the dreamscape, it is powerless to leave unless it can manifest the dream travel power itself or someone who manifests the power seeks out the lost creature.
Through dreaming we grow. My imagination is wild. When I was a kid I never thought of it. It was just just there, deeply human, like a lung, or a heart, or blood, or something else I could’t imagine being without. By the time I got to high school I had already developed a sort of divine discontent with reality. Dreams redefined that so called reality and turned it into something beautiful once again.
If you struggle to dream, or if a dream seems too far away, then you need to read more, breathe deeper, listen to more music and less advice.