Deep Unconsciousness

"Hello? Is anyone there?"
"I don't understand where I am?"
"Everything around me is in complete darkness."
"Except."
"Except for this egg shape bubble of white light which surrounds me."
"I can't see any beams of light from above, illuminating this area around me. I don't see anyway, for the light to be coming from the floor, upwards."
"But, when I move, the surrounding light moves with me."
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

"Is this some kind of joke?"
"Is someone playing a joke on me?"
"Am I in a huge warehouse? Or maybe in a large aircraft hanger?"
"When I walk, in any one direction, I never seem to reach a wall."
"I never reach the end."
"The floor seems like cement, when I walk on it, but when I touch it, it is not cold. Like cement can get at night. When I hit it with my knuckles, my fingers do not hurt."
"What is this place?"

"I have had enough."
"I am going to sit right here until, whomever is playing this joke on me is bored and turns on the lights."

This is the first time I wished that I carried a watch with me, I thought. I cannot, for the life of me, tell if I have been sitting here for five minutes, or five hours. I am neither thirsty, nor hungry. I am neither tired, nor energetic. I am, I am just, here.

"This has gone on long enough." I demanded.
"Can anyone hear me."
"Please. I'm scared."
"I woke up.....
"You woke up you say?" Interrupted a familiar sounding voice. "Are you sure?"

It was my voice. Somebody was copying my voice to a T.

"Who are you? What do you want?"
The voice said, "I am happiness. I am anger. I am emotional. I am rational. I am your memories, your hopes, your dreams. I am you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

It's as if, the impersonator, didn't hear my last question. He kept on talking, answering my second query.

"I want what you want. I want what we both want."
"And what is that?" I asked.
"I want the passion back, that I felt for my wife, when I first met her. I want to be a better husband, a better father. I want my children to grow up happy. I want to stop worrying about the future. I want to be contended with where I am now in life."
"So you think I am not happy?" I asked the voice.

There was a long moment of silence.

So I asked the voice, "Is my family OK? Are they alright?'
"Not if you stay here. Not if you don't want to wake up."
"What are you talking about?"
"Listen," he said. "Listen closely."

At first nothing. And then.

"That is my wife's voice. She is crying. She keeps calling my name, asking me to wake up. Wake up from what?" I asked the voice.
"Now it is your choice." Said the voice to me. "You can either sleep now, restfully. Be contented with the life you had, and travel on to your next journey in blissful peace."

The voice paused, giving me time to think about what he has just said.

"Or, you can wake up and go back to the world you once knew. To your wife, to your children, watching them grow up, while you grow old."

I knew the voice paused this time, so I could give him my answer.

"I want to go home, to my family. They need me and I need them."
"Okay then," said a more jovial voice. "Just listen to your wife's voice and follow it."

I got up. Started walking towards my wife's voice, and as I did, the egg shape bubble of white light grew bigger and bigger. Until.......

This is,

Last Night,

Dreaming That I Was In A Coma.

Thank God It Wasn't True.

Or Was It?

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.”
- Mahatma Gandhi -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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