Khyl-Arms Prologue: Part 1

Khyl-Arms hospital was a special kind of a hospital. It wasn't the kind that healed people with broken arms or broken legs. The doctors there worked with people that no one else wanted to work with- the outcasts. I say doctors, but it wasn't a hospital with doctors either. No one had a medical degree, nor was anyone a Doctor of Philosophy. They were all simply broken people who came by the building everyday to help broken people.
Alex's parents had both died the year that they found out their child had been accepted to the prestigious Amherst University. With no one to help pay for the tuition or plane tickets, Alex gave up on everything-college, becoming a lawyer, the future, everything. With no better option in mind at the time, Alex decided to take a walk. It was during this gloomy walk that Alex discovered Khyl-Arms hospital. The building's exterior appeared to be extremely dilapidated as though it was hit heavily by it's age. Flora was growing in strange regions and there was a curious stench all throughout the area. Alex walked towards the entrance of the building and kicked the door; it opened slowly. The hallways were surprisingly clean and hardly resembled the outside of the building. After just thirty seconds, Alex found a boy in a chair, staring at the ground. Before Alex could say anything, the boy diverted his attention from the ground to the wall, then stared straight at Alex. The boy tried to stand up, but fell on his face and winced. With his arms at his hips, he looked at Alex and said, "My name's August. Who are you?"
"I'm Alex. I was just walking around. Do you have any parents?" Alex said. The boy's face wasn't concentrated on Alex's face anymore, but her pockets. After a few seconds, he looked at her face again and answered her question.
"No."
"Well, neither do I. Do you have any friends? Does anyone else come by here?" Alex asked curiously.
Instead of answering, the boy simply lay on the ground and Alex stayed with the boy until it got dark.

On Holidays [1.1]

The Korean holiday of Chusok is just around the corner. I've always heard it described as Korean Thanksgiving, but I don't see any pilgrims, Indians, or turkey. Now from what I've gathered, the holiday is centered around the moon, rice cakes, and a tradition of visiting your relatives. Well, I say visit, but you're really more or less there for the whole day. This is what prompted this post about holidays. Why do we celebrate them? Because we've always celebrated them! Because we do this every year! Really. A response that is as logical as a shark has bones. It always has disturbed me greatly that holidays are so promoted and sought with no pragmatic or progressive value. If we are to celebrate, let us celebrate our victories then, not theirs. I do not put down the act of celebration. This means that if we celebrate, we should not celebrate holidays without knowing their roots, but celebrate with full knowledge of their potency.

On Dreams [1.1]

Dreams are one of the most peculiar things that we experience in our everyday lives. We sleep everyday(hopefully) and most people dream everyday. It's a common experience that most people share. Although we have the liberty to experience it everyday, it's not exactly something we can easily force upon ourselves at will. We dream about various things, including our past experiences, possible experiences, and the unknown. There seems to be almost no limit to what we can and can't dream about. I once had a dream where I was at Port Discovery on a school field trip. Two years later, I went on a field trip to Port Discovery and every detail was exactly the same as my impeccable memory remembered it. Very curious, is it not? But I propose a far-fetched hypothesis.

Consider the following. What if our dreams are visions of ourselves in different parallel universes? What if when we enter REM(Rapid Eye Movement; the period in which most of our dreaming occurs) sleep, we're viewing a version of ourselves or our lives in a parallel world? That would explain the various dreams in which it seems as though we're seeing the future and it comes true. Of course, this has just about no evidence or proof supporting; simply a ridiculous, but interesting hypothesis that came to my mind.