The Dream…

[Russell Smith]

I had a strange dream last night that you and I were a team–like on the X-files–that had been sent on a mission to some planet to find out what was going wrong with the people there. Although we had arrived together, we had to pretend that we were at odds with each other and were, therefore, no longer together, so we staged an argument and registered in separate rooms at the motel, but at night I would climb across the balconies to confer with you. We decided that you would infiltrate their society, pretending to be alone and in need of companionship, in hopes that they would take you in and accept you as one of their own. It worked.

Then one night I crossed the balconies to confer with you, but your room was empty. You had checked out. I could not find you anywhere and had to continue the mission without you. I did, but everywhere I went I kept looking for you.

I finally found out what was happening to the people there, and horrifyingly, what had probably happened to you. I discovered that whatever these people believed, became their reality, that is, whatever they pretended…somehow came to be, and the more it came to be, the more they pretended that it was.

I was terrified. At first, I thought that I would simply pretend that what had happened to us on the planet hadn’t happened, in hopes that I could reverse it, but I knew that if I did, that I would fall into the same psychosis that had affected you and everyone else there. So I had to leave without you.

The planet was designated off limits, but I snuck back there; always hoping but never pretending that I would, once again, find you . . . but then, I awoke and the dream was over.

Afterwards, I had a wonderful feeling of relief that it was only a dream, yet there was somehow mixed with it a strange lingering feeling of loss.

Weird stuff, dreams; sometimes nonsensical, sometimes almost real.

All I know is, stay off that planet! 😀

THE DOG

[Author]

Posts