After the dream, I just couldn't sleep. I wondered what time it was, and checked the clock next to me. It said 11:34 PM.
"How did I sleep this late?"
I slowly got out of my sleeping position and remembered the tiara, laying in my backpack. I immediately became suspicious. I stared at my pack in the dark. I wondered where my two roommates were. Their names are Eddie and Kitty. At least one of them was almost always around when I came to the dorm. They could be out somewhere, maybe even together. Oh great, and I could potentially be cursed.
I was still fully clothed. I've probably only done that one other time. I've never slept this much either. I always made it a point to get the bare minimum of needed sleep and to get up as fast as possible if I wasn't enjoying any dream that day. This dream tonight was very intriguing, but it left me worried. Despite my analytical and skeptical nature, I kept an open mind and was worried that the tiara was somehow trying to coerce me into something. I've NEVER felt dizzy before, at least not intentionally so. It felt almost like a "Dr Strange" comic or an episode of "Buffy". Despite my apprehension, I walked slowly towards my pack, which was laying on the chair near my desk, and unzipped the bag for the tiara.
I pulled it out, and it was glistening in the darkness of the room. That didn't bother me as much as the fact that the light scattering on the walls, and the rooms layout was an exact replica of my dream. I was also shaking somewhat with the pleasure of being a female in the dream. Not that I didn't enjoy my maleness, but I always found something exhilerating about being the opposite sex. So much new sensory experience to enjoy. So much new perspective. And I supposed that in a small way, females could speak more freely about things. If I told some people about my enjoyment of "Project Runway", they would say I was gay! At least with a woman liking more traditionally manly things, there was usually a sort of admiration among their peers for bravery or competence. But this was a generalization...
I sighed. If I put the tiara on, I might become the woman of my dreams, but potentially be unable to come back. There also a number of potential worries that popped up in my mind if this happened. What if this tiara was magical, and was the product of some malicious entity? Usually in these scenarios, the potentially dangerous ones, I keep the cautious route. For some reason though, I swallowed my worries, said a prayer, and put the tiara back on my head.
Nothing happened.
I looked at my hands, my clothes, touched my hair, and everything was fine. I didn't feel any different. Could be a red herring.
I walked over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room, and stared at my reflection. It was now 11:38, as it said on Kitty's clock. I sighed.
Still wearing the tiara though, I started looking into the mirror.
Wait a second, it was all clear to me now.
There was a war among the unknown gods of their version of Paradise. You see, there are tons of gods, all living in their own dimension of reality. The Christian God was jealous of everyone else, and demanded that no human beings knew about the other ones. Which human beings were close to doing through mysticism all these years. It wasn't that these gods were evil, in fact some of them were benign and wanted to be left alone, but they also have human frailties and fallacys. They're ultimately just more evolved humans, though they were created as gods through belief by humans. Narrativium, just like in the Discworld. The ones that humans don't know about were born from the ones that were believed in, but didn't always follow the same mythic trajectory that we thought they did. Oh My Lord, this planet was the Roundworld! And I, this tiara belonged to a princess goddess. She was murdered, drained of power by a jealous god by rewriting history. Before she evaporated, she put as much of her power as she could into this tiara that I'm wearing right now. For me to find. She wants to come back...through me.
My mirror reflection flickered between my own wearing the tiara, and the goddess.
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