Faith is something to be believed as superstition, a practice mostly by the religious. But this is wrong. By the way, my name is Theo which means God given. Oh how I love my name because my mom raised me as one. I am currently working as a postman, delivering letters to friends and acquaintances. I am simply a messenger, sensing vibrations before I go from one world to the next. With this, reality to me is something I define as to whichever I lay my focus on. There is a lot more to uncover in this universe.

How did I start in my job? Well, it was one of those dreams I had just before waking up. As I were opening my eyes, I was shocked to see that my surroundings bear no solidity. The scene in my dream is what I am seeing in my waking hour only that it is dissolving right in front of me. It was transforming back to my bedroom. My heart was pounding looking at this sturdy tree that is solidly real, yet slowly fading. I didn’t know what was happening. But I was glad to come back to a place of familiarity.

“Are you done playing this role of a nervous wreck?”

I looked around, confused, and searching for the voice.

“What you have just witnessed-“, he continued on, “is your ability to traverse from one dimension to the next.”

“What?”

“There aren’t many of us who can do that.”

“Who are you?” I asked. I still couldn’t find him.

“I’m here.” He softly whispered in my ear.

Suddenly his face appeared right in front of me. “Boo.”, he teased.

He reached both of my shoulders and we were instantly transported back to my dream. I recognized the strong sturdy tree next to us. I couldn’t believe it that I had to touch it. I felt the roughness of its bark. I could even smell it. There were a lot of questions swimming in my mind.

“It’s real.” He muttered unamused.

I saw him for the first time, but not the entirety of his face. He was wearing a long brown trench coat topped with a black fedora hat.

“And welcome to your first job, Theo. Here-.” as he handed me a sealed envelope. “Look for Mr. Kobayashi. He is a professor here. He is expecting you.”

I took the envelope from his hand and examined it. It was addressed to Hanzu Kobayashi. There was even a postcard at the upper left side. I checked from whom, it says sender’s name was Jenny Kobayashi.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” I asked.

“Deliver the message.” He said firmly as he slowly walked away from me.

“That’s it?” I called out to him. “No job orientation?”

There was no answer. Then he disappeared.

That was when I realized I was still in my sleeping...