Into the Abyss

“Wasteful habit. Demons don’t need to eat. We get enough energy from the heat in the air around us. Course, we can if we want to. Munching a little wizard or two for breakfast is always a fun thing to do.” He took a deep pull on his pipe and grinned at Tom.

“No thanks. I suppose I should try and fly again,” Tom said doubtfully.

“Just try short, low level flights at first. It’s a lot easier.”

“I guess,” Tom said, not really wanting to, but knowing that he’d better learn, if he was going to be in this psychotic state for long. Or was it neurotic? He was definitely aware he wasn’t perceiving things quite right anymore, did that make it neurotic? or did the fact that he was having hallucinations automatically mean he was psychotic. His stepfather had been a clinical psychologist, andTom had often visited his office and talked to him about different types of crazy people. It was quite different being one of the crazies now.

However, Tom just thought, I fell asleep and I still seem to be here. Everything seems to make sense and is rationally connected, assuming one can accept the premise of a demon plane and a bunch of wizards kidnapping stoned kids from parties. Now, am I actually out of my mind or really here? Tom had read enough fantasy novels to know that the major characters, who were transported to fantasy realms, often spent a great deal of time disbelieving in the world around them, and therefore managed to get into a lot of trouble.

So, thought Tom, would it be better to disbelieve in this place and say this is all a dream and possibly get into a lot of trouble, if it’s real; or do I accept that everything is real, and risk falling even deeper into my personal insanity? Reeling from the weight of thoughts he had never expected to have to face in real life, Tom giddily began to wonder if there was actually any way that he could determine if his whole past life had been a dream and that he was now awake.

No, he thought, pulling himself together suddenly, Boggy assured me that I had lived somewhere else as a normal person, thus this is either a new place, or a dream, and my past definitely real regardless of the situation.

“Hey, are you going to fly or not?” Tizzy interrupted his thoughts suddenly. He quickly realized he had just been standing there going around in mental circles while Tizzy waited on him to start trying to fly.

“Well how do I start?” Tom asked. Since, Tom rationalized, anything based on a false assumption was true, then if he was crazy and this world a dream, then anything he did was correct, so it couldn’t hurt to believe; whereas, if this world was true, it could be very dangerous to disbelieve. He decided, therefore to accept his situation as real, until more convincing proof became evident later.

“Simply relax and start walking. As you walk think about walking upward at the same time, think of gaining altitude. Once you start rising, you can stop your legs, but just continue to pretend you’re walking. For you it should be easy. Me, well I had to get used to my extra legs as well.”

Refusing to simply say, ‘right,’ or ‘yeah,’ or ‘OK,’ again, Tom simply did as he was instructed. He began walking towards the mountains. As he walked he pretended he was also climbing stairs. Shortly, he could no longer feel his legs touching ground, so he looked down. He was walking about ten feet above the ground. Tom was so pleased by the easiness of flight, that again his wings started to falter. This time however, he quickly looked forward, and tried putting all thoughts but those of walking forward out of his head. It worked, he started going forward again, he wasn’t gaining altitude, but he wasn’t losing it either. Once again he began to think of rising, and once again, he did. He simply couldn’t stop being amazed at how easy this flying was, if one didn’t think about it.

“Good job, good job,” Tizzy said as he flew up beside him. “We’ve only got fifty kilometers to the mountains.”

“What!” Tom said as he stopped and turned to face Tizzy in midair, then promptly fell.