text: Joe was the kind of kid who believed in the extra terrestrial.He also believed that even at the speed of light, getting to another habitable planet where intelligent life existed meant millions of years of travel. So to make life more accessible to other xenotypes, traveling faster than the speed of light had to be possible. Which only meant one thing: breaking through dimensional barriers. It was Joe's belief that any sentient being could consciously choose to slip through the dimensional gates to transcend space itself. Only, the how was the elusive part. He spent years meditating, trying to achieve some form of enlightenment, only to fail miserably every time he tried to mentally teleport across the world. He had almost given up when he had an idea pop into his mind. He stood in front of a wall that separated his kitchen from his living room, a wall whose only purpose was to provide a symbolic barrier between the two rooms. He placed his head on the wall and began to imagine that the barrier between dimensions was just as real as the wall touching his head. With his mind focusing on the barrier, or, in this case the wall, he envisioned himself slipping through the drywall. He pushed with his hands against the wall, and with his head. Nothing happened. Joe sighed, and muttered under his breath. "It has to be possible. It just has to." He tried again every night, fine tuning his way of thinking. After months of no success, he had mastered the art of visualizing an outcome in his mind. One night, after a failed attempt at slipping into another dimension the same way he'd been attempting to for about a year, Joe sat in bed wondering if he'd just been wasting his time. Out of frustration and a longing for sleep, Joe slammed down onto his bed, and went down for the count. As Joe began to drift into his thoughts, he jolted awake. Except he wasn't in his bed. He was beneath it. Joe tried to gasp in awe of his newfound situation, but he found that he couldn't breathe and simply choked a little. It wasn't as though he had just physically moved underneath his bed. No, he had fallen through the bed, and was now looking up at it from beneath, floating in a kind of negative space. Joe could tell that colors around him were inverted, and he could see metallic fractal shapes as far as the eye could see. It was like looking through some insanely good rendition of a kaleidoscope. As he focused his sight in front of him, he could see the hard wood his bed was supposed to be positioned on. He reached out and touched it, and his vision began to blur. With a rush of light Joe sat up with a start, breathing as though he hadn't breathed an ounce of fresh air in minutes. "What. The fuck. Was that?!" Joe said aloud, half bemused, half panicked. Source - my imagination. Right off the top of my head.