Post by Neo Stella on Oct 14, 2011 12:39:22 GMT
Edge of Dreams
I closed my eyes, I knew what was coming, I had lived it before. The Asteroid was going to hit. A huge flash..then darkness..darkness..nothing.
I became aware of voices, discussing last week’s match.
“What about that open goal? Even my Nan could have scored that!” It was my brother talking with my Dad in the kitchen. I had awoken on the sofa. It gradually came back to me. The split with my fiancé, my Dad’s refusal to put me up, then finally settling on the sofa.
The Nightmare. It had been so detailed, so vivid, I was hard pressed to believe it had only been a dream. I could recount all the experiences, yet sorting the real from the dream became quite a problem. In fact I don’t believe I have done it to this day!
The next few nights filled me with fear. I was anxious I might have the nightmare again. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. Fortunately there was no re-occurrence. Then, on the seventh night. another saga.
The recording contract had just been offered. This time I was going to take the opportunity. Off to Bournemouth to sign the deal and into the work of getting it all on tape.
I knew it was going to be a hit. I felt I had done it all before, it was so familiar. I also knew, once the big time came, I would meet and marry the famous singer/songwriter I had always admired. Sure enough, the single hit the top of the charts, the album achieved great sales and the famous lady called me. It was all very exciting!
We made an album together, sold with a book and became a 20th Century phenomenon. Naturally, we married and very soon had twin daughters we named, “Harmony” and “Destiny.” Not long after, my wife gave birth to a son we called, “Sterling.”
Life was so sweet, it had everything. Love, happiness, fulfilment and a deep sense of contribution. It still felt vaguely familiar. The years rolled on, the children grew up and the twins married. Harmony gave birth to a girl, we had a granddaughter. She was called, “Eternity.”
It was just like the song, I was rowing gently down the stream and life was, just a dream! When I thought things couldn’t get any better..it happened. An announcement came that Asteroid Orpheus was on a collision course with The Earth and would hit on the 21st November 2021. Why? Why had I forgotten about The Asteroid? Had I not been warned about it in a dream? Here I was living the most charmed life, holding my baby grand daughter in my arms, knowing very soon it was all going to end.
There was nothing I could do. There was nothing anyone could do. We were all facing extinction. Looking up into the sky, all my family clutched each other, gripped with fear as The Asteroid approached. Then, BANG! All the lights went out.
“Doug, you lazy good-for-nothing. Get out of your pit and get on with something.” My Dad poked me with his broom and I fell off the sofa. Another of those nightmares. So real, yet here I was back on my Dad’s comfortable lounge seat. I lay there recalling the details of both terrors of the night. Then I had an idea. I would write about it! It would make for a great story.
I leapt off my temporary bed and rummaged through my briefcase to find the notepad I kept there. Immediately I began scribbling down the experiences whilst sleeping. For days on end I filled page after page with all that happened in my head whilst snoozing on my old man’s sofa.
Several weeks later I had finished the first draft of the book. I read it back. It was good. I knew it would be published and would become a best seller. There was a strange feeling of familiarity still with me. I almost knew the outcome. Then it occurred to me. This could still be a dream. At the end of the story I could awaken on the sofa again. Excellent! In that case it didn’t matter what the outcome was. I could relax and enjoy the story!
The book outsells The Bible, I get to speak across the world and inspire the right people to build a system to avert the disaster of The Asteroid.
At first I am seen as a bit of a nut. Then when Orpheus strikes another body in space and is deflected on a collision course with the earth, I am taken seriously and all agencies wish to speak with me.
They all ask, “Doug, how did you know?” “It’s all in the book,” comes my standard reply. So more and more people read it.
It finally comes to the point I remembered dreaming before. Yet wait. This is a dream. Did I dream within a dream?
I clearly recall being on live TV streaming throughout the internet with people across the world looking to me to inspire belief that we will survive this catastrophe. In the dream I completely mess up and The Asteroid Hits.
But this is also a dream so it doesn’t matter if I mess up. I can relax and have fun! In the book, we succeed.
A system called Power One, a series of satellites with giant mirrors bouncing and focusing the light from the Sun down to earth to be converted into electricity is built with an ulterior motive. They can be manoeuvred to all be directed to a focus satellite and acting like a huge magnifying glass can focus into a tremendously powerful laser beam and melt the surface rock on the Asteroid causing it to change its course and so miss the earth.
Can the events in the book be mirrored in the life I am living? And at what point will I awaken? I’ll have to wait and see.
The agencies and investors do take me seriously and we build Power One. Asteroid Orpheus appears in the sky and my performance on the screens around the world is as inspiring as it could possibly be.
At the prescribed moment, all the mirrors of the satellite system are pointed at the focus satellite and the laser beam melts the surface rock. As in the book, The Asteroid changes course and eventually misses the earth.
I still haven’t woken up! Maybe this is for real. I am enjoying the celebrity status knowing I will be remembered in history as the Saviour of Civilisation. I retire to my sumptuous bed in my house overlooking the sea and drift off into a blissful sleep…
“Can you get Eternity out of her cot, Dad?” The dulcet tones of my daughter Harmony brings me to awakening consciousness. I open my eyes and see I have been dozing on the veranda hammock and Eternity is crying in the other room. I rise to get her and look down into her beautiful brown eyes and have a deep feeling of love radiating from my chest. I savour the moment. I am so glad I am here. I call out to Harmony, “Hey darling, is there any news on the Asteroid?” “You’ve been dreaming again, Dad. Power One deflected it three months ago.”
Now I really can relax. I hand Eternity back to Harmony and settle back into my hammock to reflect on my charmed life.
What if one could choose not only to have these dreams but to go back to them. Better still, to choose different ones where you are challenged and meet the challenge therefore experiencing fulfilment.
I took a deep breath, decided I was going back to the year 2011 and begin again. This time waking up on the 5th of October ready to tell the story at The Pint Pot of Fire contest at The Swan in Alton, publish the book again and go through the whole process over.
Whether the Asteroid hits or not, it’s just a dream Everyone will understand that, won’t they?
I have 10 years to get it all ready.
I really have enjoyed these dreams, even the nightmare scenarios. As I keep bouncing from one to the other I realise I do live from here to Eternity.
I closed my eyes, I knew what was coming, I had lived it before. The Asteroid was going to hit. A huge flash..then darkness..darkness..nothing.
I became aware of voices, discussing last week’s match.
“What about that open goal? Even my Nan could have scored that!” It was my brother talking with my Dad in the kitchen. I had awoken on the sofa. It gradually came back to me. The split with my fiancé, my Dad’s refusal to put me up, then finally settling on the sofa.
The Nightmare. It had been so detailed, so vivid, I was hard pressed to believe it had only been a dream. I could recount all the experiences, yet sorting the real from the dream became quite a problem. In fact I don’t believe I have done it to this day!
The next few nights filled me with fear. I was anxious I might have the nightmare again. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. Fortunately there was no re-occurrence. Then, on the seventh night. another saga.
The recording contract had just been offered. This time I was going to take the opportunity. Off to Bournemouth to sign the deal and into the work of getting it all on tape.
I knew it was going to be a hit. I felt I had done it all before, it was so familiar. I also knew, once the big time came, I would meet and marry the famous singer/songwriter I had always admired. Sure enough, the single hit the top of the charts, the album achieved great sales and the famous lady called me. It was all very exciting!
We made an album together, sold with a book and became a 20th Century phenomenon. Naturally, we married and very soon had twin daughters we named, “Harmony” and “Destiny.” Not long after, my wife gave birth to a son we called, “Sterling.”
Life was so sweet, it had everything. Love, happiness, fulfilment and a deep sense of contribution. It still felt vaguely familiar. The years rolled on, the children grew up and the twins married. Harmony gave birth to a girl, we had a granddaughter. She was called, “Eternity.”
It was just like the song, I was rowing gently down the stream and life was, just a dream! When I thought things couldn’t get any better..it happened. An announcement came that Asteroid Orpheus was on a collision course with The Earth and would hit on the 21st November 2021. Why? Why had I forgotten about The Asteroid? Had I not been warned about it in a dream? Here I was living the most charmed life, holding my baby grand daughter in my arms, knowing very soon it was all going to end.
There was nothing I could do. There was nothing anyone could do. We were all facing extinction. Looking up into the sky, all my family clutched each other, gripped with fear as The Asteroid approached. Then, BANG! All the lights went out.
“Doug, you lazy good-for-nothing. Get out of your pit and get on with something.” My Dad poked me with his broom and I fell off the sofa. Another of those nightmares. So real, yet here I was back on my Dad’s comfortable lounge seat. I lay there recalling the details of both terrors of the night. Then I had an idea. I would write about it! It would make for a great story.
I leapt off my temporary bed and rummaged through my briefcase to find the notepad I kept there. Immediately I began scribbling down the experiences whilst sleeping. For days on end I filled page after page with all that happened in my head whilst snoozing on my old man’s sofa.
Several weeks later I had finished the first draft of the book. I read it back. It was good. I knew it would be published and would become a best seller. There was a strange feeling of familiarity still with me. I almost knew the outcome. Then it occurred to me. This could still be a dream. At the end of the story I could awaken on the sofa again. Excellent! In that case it didn’t matter what the outcome was. I could relax and enjoy the story!
The book outsells The Bible, I get to speak across the world and inspire the right people to build a system to avert the disaster of The Asteroid.
At first I am seen as a bit of a nut. Then when Orpheus strikes another body in space and is deflected on a collision course with the earth, I am taken seriously and all agencies wish to speak with me.
They all ask, “Doug, how did you know?” “It’s all in the book,” comes my standard reply. So more and more people read it.
It finally comes to the point I remembered dreaming before. Yet wait. This is a dream. Did I dream within a dream?
I clearly recall being on live TV streaming throughout the internet with people across the world looking to me to inspire belief that we will survive this catastrophe. In the dream I completely mess up and The Asteroid Hits.
But this is also a dream so it doesn’t matter if I mess up. I can relax and have fun! In the book, we succeed.
A system called Power One, a series of satellites with giant mirrors bouncing and focusing the light from the Sun down to earth to be converted into electricity is built with an ulterior motive. They can be manoeuvred to all be directed to a focus satellite and acting like a huge magnifying glass can focus into a tremendously powerful laser beam and melt the surface rock on the Asteroid causing it to change its course and so miss the earth.
Can the events in the book be mirrored in the life I am living? And at what point will I awaken? I’ll have to wait and see.
The agencies and investors do take me seriously and we build Power One. Asteroid Orpheus appears in the sky and my performance on the screens around the world is as inspiring as it could possibly be.
At the prescribed moment, all the mirrors of the satellite system are pointed at the focus satellite and the laser beam melts the surface rock. As in the book, The Asteroid changes course and eventually misses the earth.
I still haven’t woken up! Maybe this is for real. I am enjoying the celebrity status knowing I will be remembered in history as the Saviour of Civilisation. I retire to my sumptuous bed in my house overlooking the sea and drift off into a blissful sleep…
“Can you get Eternity out of her cot, Dad?” The dulcet tones of my daughter Harmony brings me to awakening consciousness. I open my eyes and see I have been dozing on the veranda hammock and Eternity is crying in the other room. I rise to get her and look down into her beautiful brown eyes and have a deep feeling of love radiating from my chest. I savour the moment. I am so glad I am here. I call out to Harmony, “Hey darling, is there any news on the Asteroid?” “You’ve been dreaming again, Dad. Power One deflected it three months ago.”
Now I really can relax. I hand Eternity back to Harmony and settle back into my hammock to reflect on my charmed life.
What if one could choose not only to have these dreams but to go back to them. Better still, to choose different ones where you are challenged and meet the challenge therefore experiencing fulfilment.
I took a deep breath, decided I was going back to the year 2011 and begin again. This time waking up on the 5th of October ready to tell the story at The Pint Pot of Fire contest at The Swan in Alton, publish the book again and go through the whole process over.
Whether the Asteroid hits or not, it’s just a dream Everyone will understand that, won’t they?
I have 10 years to get it all ready.
I really have enjoyed these dreams, even the nightmare scenarios. As I keep bouncing from one to the other I realise I do live from here to Eternity.