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Dreams of a Future
June 23, 2021|Short Story

Dreams of a Future

Dreams of a Future

Anxiety hits me hard every time I have to go outside. Sunny invited me and some other friends to his house; I couldn’t refuse. I got dressed and mustered the courage I needed to leave my sweet library.

Sunny picked me up… by the time we got to his house, everyone was already there. The place was so big, like a small castle, full of wooden details and old furniture.

He showed us all the rooms in the mansion. At our request, of course, each room seemed bigger than my entire house and more beautiful than any place I’d ever seen.

The room that made me lose my breath was the library. A round room full of books, ceiling to floor, all around us. There was a desk with a chair in the middle, Sunny said that’s where his father reads.

While looking at the books I saw something, exactly in front of the chair, there was a book that I recognized on the fifth shelf. I walked over to get a closer look at it, without touching it, making sure it was the book I was thinking of.

Sunny and the others were ready to leave and watch the movie, but I wasn’t.

“I’ll check the library for a few minutes if it’s okay with you,” I said.

“Of course,” Sunny said, “call me when you’re done.”

After a few minutes, I heard the door, looked back and saw Sunny’s father. “Hello sir, I am friends with Sunny…I have a question for you.”

He smiled and took a seat in his chair, he was dressed in a black suit with red details, with a long white beard.

“You must be Flower,” he said. “Sunny talks fondly of you. Nice to meet you, I’m Mack.”

I nodded. “Where did you get that book from?” I say pointing to the book. “I have it too and the author never signed it, it’s my favourite book.”

He looked at me with his eyes wide open. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said, then stood up and grabbed the book from the shelf.

Mack was not the type of person you meet regularly. There was something mysterious about Sunny’s father. “Try me… you will be surprised,” I said.

“Come with me,” Mack said.

His broad shoulders under the coat of his suit made him look almost twice the size of Sunny. “Sit with me,” he finally said and turned around.

I sat on the edge of a sofa and waited for him…

“It all started when I met Gustaf Lottie,” he said, sitting on a couch to my right and handing me the book. “I was sceptical of the supernatural before I met him.”

“You are friends with the author,” I said, pressing the book against my chest.

“You can say that,” he said, looking away for an instant. “We became very close after what happened.”

“Please tell me more.”

“I had a day to burn in Morocco,” he continued, “but I got bored of the same tour of the city as anywhere else. I found an advertisement for an expedition to the countryside. Just a couple of hours away. I needed to clear my mind…”

He stopped and looked at the bookshelf.

“I never thought Gustaf Lottie would have been my guide. He was not a very well known writer at the time. I think he was just trying to make a living while he mastered his craft.”

“How long have you known him?” I asked and thought it was silly of me to interrupt.

“It’s been almost ten years,” he said and looked at me. “There is more to him than meets the eye. He has been trained as a shaman, but I did not know it at the time…”

Mack paused, remembering.

“Anyway, we met in a park and we immediately hit it off like he was an old friend I hadn’t seen in a while. His ease with words was incredible. At that moment, I knew he wasn’t the usual guide.”

Mack got up and looked at me smiling. “Follow me, Flower,” he said. “There’s something I would like to show you.”

He grabbed a book from his shelf and a secret door opened. Mack’s dark brown shoes seemed to drown in the wood of the staircase below. He reached a black door, opened it and turned on the light.

“All the books he has written are here…”

“This is amazing, a treasure, a gold mine.”

Mack took a book and handed it to me.

“This is my favourite, On Gustaf Lottie’s Waves of Immortality. His last book.”

“What happened to him? Where is he now?”

“Unfortunately… in an old cemetery. He died last year. We finished the book a week before his death.”

“Us?” I asked, looking around at all the old books.

“Yes, we… he taught me how to write a good book. He was a supernatural entity, you know? He lived many more years than I could count. He was aware of most of the events that happened on this earth.”

“What was he? How could he live longer than humans do?”

“That’s not something I can tell you, maybe he will, somehow.”

Every word Mack said taught me something and I became more confused: he spoke clearly and yet not.

Mack pulled out a bottle of whiskey from under the ladder, the ladder used to reach the upper books, opened it and took a sip.

“He was a god or something. Gustaf Lottie knew the way and taught me how to find mine.

“You see… Gustaf Lottie did more than take me on a journey to the countryside. Although, I never thought we would find the most amazing waterfall… Anyway, he knew the ways of the Earth.”

He paused and looked into the old bottle of whiskey.

“Gustaf healed me that day,” he finally said. “We don’t know anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our planet, it has been around for millions of years. He knew how to tap into the information of the world’s history.”

“But how?”

“Gustaf talked about a key,” Mack said, “a door to the archives. He was able to access information… all these books are nothing. He told me that the eternal consciousness of the planet is at our reach. We just needed to heal ourselves.

“He healed me. I saw him gather energy with his palms and heal my psychological wounds. After my trip with him, I was never the same.

“All this wealth… everything I own came after meeting him. We get lost easily. Following our path requires focus and complete dedication. Not a step of our lives can be taken without careful attention.

“I lost my way a couple of times after meeting Gustaf. He was the only one I knew who was able to steer me back.

“Every century has a guide, he told me—he was our generation’s.”

“But you told me he lived for longer than any other human,” I said and immediately regretted it.

“Our world needed him… that’s why he was given the power to heal. Without him, there would be no human race.

“Money came easily after I met him. My purpose was to be his eyes. Not many knew this about Gustaf but he was blind.”

“Really?” I said in surprise. “But how?”

“He could not complete his task without the help of another. I became his eyes and we wrote all these books to heal the world.

“I haven’t finished my task. But I hope to see him soon.”

A collaboration with BurnHeaven.com


Sebastian Iturralde

Fiction blogger—citizen of this beautiful planet, eternal lover of artistic creation and literature. Certain that the creative energy comes from nature.


  • June 23, 2021 at 7:00 am

    A pleasure working with you at this!

  • June 23, 2021 at 7:01 am

    Nicely written. It gives one pause to wonder, what goes on around us, who is there we have not yet met, who will be our earthly guide.

    • June 23, 2021 at 12:01 pm

      You are right. The fact the conscience is the only certain thing around us makes me wonder.

  • June 23, 2021 at 7:03 am

    I can only imagine the magic held within a place with that many books.

    • June 27, 2021 at 8:32 am

      A feeling that can only be compared to a brief visit to the Akashic Records.

  • June 23, 2021 at 7:24 am

    Interesting story. I liked the pace of it too.

    • June 27, 2021 at 8:33 am

      A collaboration with unexpected results that I really enjoyed.

  • June 23, 2021 at 7:41 am

    That was a killer read! Thank you!

    • June 27, 2021 at 8:34 am

      I’m constantly looking for new ideas to share with my readers.

  • June 23, 2021 at 8:35 am

    I can imagine Flower being groomed for greater things…

  • June 23, 2021 at 8:36 am

    Sounds like a psychedelic trip that opened Mack’s eyes.

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:03 am

      Heartily agree. Exactly like a “trip.”

    • June 23, 2021 at 11:31 am

      I believe psychedelics were in the back of my mind when writing Mack with Sebastian.

    • June 23, 2021 at 11:33 am

      I can tell. It’s great.

    • June 23, 2021 at 11:57 am

      The strange part for me is having written about LSD this morning. Odd little synchronicity there.

    • June 23, 2021 at 11:58 am

      We choose the same path this morning, odd but cool.

    • June 23, 2021 at 12:02 pm

      My thoughts exactly.

  • June 23, 2021 at 8:48 am

    That’s the sort of library I dream of. The akashic record, a shaman, healer and beautifully written. Nice texture and reflection of the unseen world. Thank you for sharing your gift. It inspired me to begin sharing my own.

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:27 am

      I can definitely relate to Mack. My eyes are OPEN now.

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:57 am

      I can relate to Mack’s feeling.

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:06 pm

      Accessing the Akashic Records is like being showered with information.

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:25 pm

      From my experience it does feel that way.

  • June 23, 2021 at 10:30 am

    Another great post thank you

  • June 23, 2021 at 10:39 am

    I very much enjoy reading your work

  • June 23, 2021 at 12:01 pm

    “dreams of a future” is kinda my jam.

  • June 23, 2021 at 12:17 pm

    interesting take on the whole time thing. with books. who can argue with books?

  • June 23, 2021 at 1:33 pm

    What a great seamless collaboration here. I found myself totally captivated by the conversation and the idea!

  • June 23, 2021 at 1:50 pm

    this is an interesting story, but it needs a prequil so that the characters can be established. For instance the father’s name came to late in the narrative. And is Sunny male or female or transgender? This matters to which genre to are aiming your story at. Another rewrite would help straighten this out. Stephen King’s book on writing, I forget the title, is the best book I’ve ever read on the rewrite. The book is part autobiography/memoir and writing lessons. You basic story is good, but can be improved.

    • June 27, 2021 at 8:46 am

      I’m happy with the results and wanted to be honest about the collaboration. Although I agree with your comment and I hope you can share that book with me.

  • Susan
    June 23, 2021 at 6:07 pm

    Enjoying your writing!!

  • June 23, 2021 at 6:53 pm

    We have been under the dictatorship of rationality for approximately 250 years; ignoring that mysticism had guided humanity the previous hundred thousand years. As you have made your point so fittingly, that cannot be ignored so easily.

    • June 27, 2021 at 8:52 am

      The Serpent of Light has moved recently and the changes will bring humanity back in its tracks.

  • June 23, 2021 at 7:55 pm

    “Following our path requires focus and complete dedication.
    Not a step of our lives can be taken without careful attention.”

    • June 23, 2021 at 8:32 pm

      I simultaneously agree and disagree with your premise. Introspection is quite important. However, I am reminded of Alan Watt’s teachings. If a person stays in their logic and rationale all the time they’re likely to miss out on opportunities no? I could be wrong. It’s just that his work resonates a great deal. “Looking for the golden goodie…” well that can become a paradox. If we’re continually looking for the golden goodie, chasing it, then it becomes like chasing a rabbit. Being in the ever present now? Hmm. That’s pretty great. Again…this is just imho fellow traveler.

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:11 pm

      Full attention is required to discard the rational mind.

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:25 pm

      The journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step. The Dao is done and yet leaves nothing undone. I’m speaking to simplicity. Being present in the moment, but the more you fight something, the more one chases their tail… does that make sense. Not to argue… this is more to experience conversation. To experience difference of opinion. That’s all

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:42 pm

      It’s impossible to fight the Tao when you attentively follow it.

    • June 23, 2021 at 11:21 pm

      I am in agreement. The Dao audiobook has been like a bedtime story. I think we had words of different intonation but meant the same. Intent for harmony and not discord. 😊💫

  • June 23, 2021 at 9:43 pm

    Wow. The first thought I had was this reminds me of Roald Dahls’ short story The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar, and then as the story continued, it took on an Agatha Christie mystery feel. It wasn’t dark, but mysterious. Oh, and the water fall, it made me think of the water of immortality in mythology. Basically, it was awesome!!

  • June 23, 2021 at 9:52 pm

    James 3:15-18 ~ contrast between earthly and heavenly wisdom ✨🙏 in the present moment we can get sidetracked off the eternal by putting our eyes on what it seen and temporal~ but I’m not of this world so man’s wisdom doesn’t excite me~ Good story though ☺️

    • June 23, 2021 at 10:00 pm

      Wisdom is a celestial trait, it can only be obtained when Thy will is done in earth, as it is in heaven. Trust your senses.

    • June 23, 2021 at 11:37 pm

      True wisdom comes from the mouth of God. … “For the Lord gives wisdom and from his mouth comes to the knowledge and understanding.” Proverbs 2:1-5 🙂

    • June 24, 2021 at 7:49 am

      Wow that statement is so wonderful, it made laugh (not mockingly, with joy 🙂

  • June 24, 2021 at 12:23 am

    Marvelous! It resonates with me. Thanks!

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