The Alternate Reality Chapter 1 (or part of)
The dream took place in a not too distant future. It was a time of great confusion. The year was undeterminable,
But it looked as though we were still using the automobile as a mode of transportation. Although, I said it was confusing.
All I could do was observe and use my observations to fit in. So I took some clothing out of a car that had been damaged to the state of F.U.B.A.R. The clothes were in a box in the back seat. The skeletal remains of an arm were holding on to the door handle, looking as if it were trying to escape its fate even in death. I put the clothes on and started looking around as I began walking down the street.
As I walked down the street I noticed a lot of small things wrong. Like the newspapers were written in giberish,
It was morning but on this side of the street it was still dark. I tried to figure this out logically, and thought that it might be due to the angle of the sun. When I looked up it almost blinded me. So I knew right then that couldn't be the case.
I walked for a few more blocks and came to a store with a sign in the window. The sign was dingy and sun faded, and I could tell that it had been there a while. It read 'Help Wanted'. So I opened the door with a sudden urge to just get away from here, but I swallowed that feeling with a huge gulp.
I reached what I thought was the half way point, when all of a sudden from behind me came a masculine voice,
"Can I be of assistance?" Startled I answered "no," but then I caught my breath and nerve and said, "I noticed your sign in the window reading that you need help." The man looked me over cautiously and finally said with a grin that would resemble the Grinch, from Dr. Seuss’s books, "Well I may have a job for you, but you'll have to answer a few questions first."
I was nervous beyond belief and I could barely muster the confidence to utter the words, "that's fine." "Good," he barked, "first question, do you have family?" "No," I said shakily. "Second question, how old are you?" By this time I was really sorry that I even went anywhere near this store, so with that in mind I almost bit my tongue as I tried to spit out the words, "Eighteen."
"Can and will you work at one of my other stores?" "Um I-iiiii Think so," I said trying to control my teeth chattering, and of course unable to do so. "Can you leave immediately?" he asked with the Grinch grin again. "Yes," I mustered, thinking to myself I really wish I wasn't here right now.
As I thought it, I noticed that the grin I thought couldn't get any bigger, somehow did. It got bigger as he said, "GOOD, all you have to do is walk through those doors right behind you." As I followed his fingers with my eyes and body, I noticed two very large doors, made out of some sort of wood, with ornate carvings on it. I followed his finger back to his head and asked, "Those doors?" "Yes my lad, those doors." "Well alright," I said as I walked through them thinking to myself, if only I hadn't entered this store.
As I walked trough the doors, I noticed that this was a very large room, bigger than the store I had just left. As I walked to the center of this large room, I noticed a picture hanging on the left wall. I stared at it admiring it, when all of a sudden I saw a bright light below my feet. When I looked down I saw a round kind of pad that I just happened to be standing on. It was aglow with a very blinding white light. I flinched and cringed expecting to be vaporized.
When I opened my eyes, I had to open them slowly. When I was able to open them fully I found myself in a white building. And no it wasn't a hospital. At least I don't think it was. As I looked around I was amazed at the technology that was being used to run this facility. I was in wonder and deep in thought about this place.
I suddenly heard a feminine voice plainly say, "Please step down from the platform." I did as I was requested. And she plainly said with no change in her voice, "Please follow me." I was awe struck, mystified, and very terrified.
I was now in a domain where sense and common sense were obsolete. I didn't know how to handle this new sensation of terror, awe, and being mystified. All I could do was keep repeating the same old cleche' from the movies, "What sort of magic is this?" I just couldn't keep my focus on the here and now I was wondering if I was in the Twilight Zone or if I was in a new installment of Back to the Future?
"Here is your training cubicle," the lady finally said, "I didn't want to interrupt but is this what you expected?" "No," I said with a jump, "This is um- um-,"
That's all I could manage to say in that short time frame. I was standing next to a gold cubicle one of about three hundred nearest my best guess.
They are gold in color. Metallic, and have one door that opens like the door of a Mercedes SL300. You know the Gull Wing look. Any way as I step into this cubicle and have a seat I notice that this thing has a desk and no computer what so ever.
Then as I thought to myself, trying to remember if the lady had given me any instruction what-so-ever and I just didn't remember. I couldn't remember due to the fact that I was in awe, terror, and totally mystified. So I just sat back and wondered what it is that I'm supposed to be doing.
Just then I saw a guy come off of the platform that I came here on. The same lady that was there when I got here was now helping this guy. She walked him to his cubicle and as he got in the doors on all of the cubicles including mine shut. By this time I was freaking out. I was slamming my fist against the wall which was the door a second ago. And I'm yelling and screaming and it seems as though no one can here me or they were ignoring me.
A moment later the cubicles all started moving. If felt as though we were falling. No it felt much worse, like we were plunging a hundred stories or more. What did I know I was scare out of my wits?
Then a face appeared and said, "Be calm, you are in the best of care." All I could do was think to myself, "Who does this guy think he is telling us we are in the best possible care, as if that was going to cure our fright." But then I got to wondering if the other people are as terrified as I am. In front of my face I was watching the front panel turn from a solid gold looking substance to a transparent screen with a face in it. What the heck is that all about?
"Probably not," the face in front of me said. "What? Did you just speak to me?" I asked it.
"Yes I can hear your thoughts and read you body language." it said trying to calm me down. I just don't get it though. How is this thing going to try to calm me down by telling me that he can invade my mind and read my thoughts? Would that calm you down? I sincerely hope not.
So I went beyond terror, beyond being scared out of my wits, I am now totally and completely wigging out. And this face is just staring at me and it starts to laugh, not an evil Grinch like laugh but actually laughing at me.
So now not only am I totally and completely wigging out, I am starting to get ticked off as well. So I finally ask, "What in the blue the blazes are you laughing at?"
It looks at me and says, "Your reaction." The face appeared to know everything about me. It knew every question before I asked it. "What am I doing here," I asked myself. "That's the question I was waiting for," the face says with a confidence not found in anyone or anything. And the only thing I could do is ask myself, "huh?"
"Why are you here," is the question I am here to answer. "I have called you here. You are especially talented and do not know it." "How am I especially...," I tried to ask but before I could finish, he stated "Please let me finish and you will have all of the answers that you require.
So he began again, "you are especially talented and do not know it, and here is how." As he started to tell me I was intransed by thoughts of magic and old reruns of
B-movies on the Sci-Fi channel. All of this only added up to one conclusion. I was going nuts and this was a psychotic episode brought upon by the watching of those old Sci-Fi b-movies. I guess T.V. really does rot your brain.
"Well," the face said with a hint of impatience, "I'm glad to have you back are you through with the idea that I'm just a figment of your warped imagination, or would you like to continue with that thought?" "I think I'm done," I said with a sincerity not felt, and pleasure not revealing. In other words I knew that I probably wasn't done entertaining the idea.
"Well then if you're done we'll move on to what you are here for."
"What," I asked embarrassed.
"The job, you are here for the job right, I mean that is what brought you here in the second place isn't it?"
"Well yeah, I mean all I did was see a sign in a store window and here I am." "Oh yeah you have it bad, look at it this way I have to deal with guy's just like you day after day and second after second wouldn't you get sick of that after oh maybe two or three times?" "Well I guess I would." "Then if I hear you complain one more time I'll kill you myself, do you understand me?" "Yes sir." "Good at least I got that much through to you, now look I have a lot to teach and little time to do it in so if you would please pay attention I would really appreciate it." "Okay teach away."
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Submitted:Feb 14, 2007
The dream took place in a not to distant future. It was a
time of great confusion. The year was undeterminable,
but it looked as though we were still using the automobile as a
mode of transportation. Although as I said it was cofusing.
All I could do was observe and use my observations to fit
in. So I took some clothing out of a car that had beed damaged to
the state of F.U.B.A.R. The clothes were in a box in the back
seat. The skeletal remains of an arm was holding on to the door
handle, looking as if it were trying to escape it's fate even in
death. I put the clotheso and started looking around as I began
walking down the street.
As I walked down the street I noticed a lot of small things
wrong. Like the newspapers were written in giberish,
It was morning but on this side of the street it was still dark.
I tried to figure this out logically, and thought that it might
be due to the angle of the sun. When I looked up it almost
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