Unconsciousness

"Hello? Is anyone there?"
"I don't understand where I am?"
"Everything around me is 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 and I don't see anyway for the light to be coming upwards from the floor either."
"But, when I move, the surrounding light moves with me."
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

Frustration hits me and I scream, "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?"

Nothing. Not a sound. Maybe if I keep talking.

 "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 I cannot touch it directly through the bubble. It doesn't feel cold like cement can get at night. When I try hitting it with my knuckles, my fingers don't hurt. Why? 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 and shows me who they are!"

Well, shouting doesn't seem to make a difference. I would like to know who is doing this to me. I wish I had a watch with me. 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, just here.

"This has gone on long enough!" I demand. "Can anyone hear me."
"Please. I'm scared. If I'm sleeping, I want to wake up.....

"You want to wake up you say?" interrupts a familiar sounding voice. "Are you sure?"

It's my voice. Somebody is copying my voice to a T. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The voice says, "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 ask.

It's as if the impersonator doesn't want to hear my last question and it answers my second query of, "What do you want?"

"I want what you want. I want what we both want."

"And what is that?" I ask.

"I want the passion back, that I felt for my wife, when I first met her. I want her to come back to life. 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 in my life right now."

"So you think I am unhappy?" I ask the voice. 

There was a long moment of silence. 

So I ask 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," it says. "Listen closely." 

At first nothing. And then. 

"Those are my children voices. They are crying. They keep calling my name, asking me to wake up. Wake up from what?" I ask.

"Now it's your choice." says the voice. "You can either sleep now, restfully. Be contented with the life you had, and travel on to your next journey in blissful peace, or."

The voice pauses, giving me time to think about what it has just said.

Then, "Or, you can wake up and go back to the world you once knew. To your  children, watching them grow older, while you get older still." 

I knew the voice would pause at this point so I could give him my answer. 

"I want to go home, to my family. They need me and I need them."

"Okay then," says a more jovial voice. "Just listen to your children's voices and follow them."

I get up and start walking towards the familiar voices, and as I do, the egg shape bubble of white light grows bigger and bigger. Until it, pops!

This is,

Last Night's Dream,

As If 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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