Showing posts with label surreal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surreal. Show all posts

Monday, April 6, 2015

Additional Perspectives

It was really no more than the echo of a whispered breath that brought him abruptly into wakefulness. Usually there was no sleep for him; the nights dragged on into days until there was no difference between them. His mind ran rampant with imagined scenarios, imagined answers to the questions that were branded into his consciousness. He had been alone for as long as he could remember, but that also posed a problem. He could not measure how much time had passed, and he did not know when he got ... where ever he was. All he knew was that it was indoors and it was massive. In truth he did not know with certainty that here was in fact inside, but there had been no rain nor wind or any other indication of weather so he simply assumed. He could not tell night from day, and all that existed above him was a distant blackness that extended into infinity. Nearer to the ground, and that term is used generously as what lay beneath his feet was just as dark and expansive at the supposed sky above him, was some source of illumination that seemingly had no origin. It simply was; dimly allowing vision in every direction and in every direction there was nothing but more of the same dim light that bled gently into the ground and sky.

He felt as if his entire existence had been within this infinity. There was no way to be sure though; especially after being awoken by a sound. The first sound he could remember experiencing. It was thrilling, and terrifying, and it pulled at something deep within him. A longing, as if there was something that he was missing terribly and yet he could not bring this feeling into a complete thought. It seemed to actively evade him.

Again the echo of a breath resonated through the emptiness and he felt a rush rise up in his body. No, he thought, that isn’t right; how could he feel it in his body when... the thought again escaped him. All around, he searched for the source of this new experience, one that he had never known in his endless time within the expanse. As usual there was nothing to be seen.

Of course there was nothing to be seen, you are just a...
He felt frustrated. It was as if his consciousness was being suppressed or contained and he could not get out. The breath came again, this time though it was stronger, pulling him into a new place of existence. He tried to resist but he found that he could not; the will of this force was overwhelming.

With a shock he found that he could remember again. He had a body again. He was no longer in the nothingness that contained him. Lying there totally still he appreciated every sensation of skin and bone and flesh that was provided to him. A warm wetness began to dampen his back, and steadily it rose. His eyes snapped open in panic and the panic turned to absolute terror when he found that he could not see. He was still confined, a box the size of a coffin. The water rose. As he screamed the water flowed into his mouth and nose. As the body began to release the consciousness that it had just gained, he began to notice a slight illumination that had no real source. It bled gently into the ground and sky.


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"Interesting."

The researcher was alone, so he made no attempt to stop himself from muttering the word. There was no one but the vessel and the stored consciousness with him. He made a note, and pressed the reset button. A timer started. In three minutes, the eyes would open, and there would be a new person in the body.

-L
Read Novam Mortem for more of this story.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Sun Warm Red


     Everything was red. Actually, I suppose that nothing was red, but that was all I could see. The color of the sun through closed eyelids. One of my favorite colors, not because I like red in and of itself but rather because it is always accompanied by the pleasant sensation of sunwarmed skin. That perfect enveloping embrace that shows that the universe can love you.
     The fools I call friends were doing their usual stupidities. This time it was jumping from the second floor balcony of Chris' house into the pool below. The water sounded nice, but i was perfectly content to be warm and dry. It was a very zen place, there on the concrete. nothing to disturb me, only warmth and calm and the grit beneath my back.
     At least until my reverie was broken by a deluge of ice.
     "Agh! Faggots!"
     "Haha calm yourself, zen master. Its time you bent the forces of nature to your will and beat us in the dive contest as usual." I could hear Tyson smiling .That lopsided half grin that only his face could make. I made no move to get up and so, taking matters into his own hands, Tyson began to prod me with his big toe. I don't like feet much. I gave in.
     "Alright, alright, I'll go. What shall it be then? My trademark Jack-Knife?"
     "I think that would be in order," piped in Chris from the other side of the pool. "It is the only thing you are good at!"
     I gave him a mildly bemused look as I made my way toward the makeshift stairs we had fashioned out of chairs and tables and a math textbook. No one likes math. I had to make a bit of a leap to get up to the balcony, but I had been doing some free running and made easy work of it. Suddenly, I didn't want to go in. Overcome with one of those gut feelings that cant be explained. Not that I could say anything about it, saying that my gut felt funny would only lend itself to PMS jokes. That's about the maturity level of the people I hang out with.
     I inhaled deeply, bracing myself, and lept off the balcony. Relishing the half second of free-fall. Agonizing over the freezing water. My body hit the water, cleared a crater, bending the water around me to allow one last microsecond of sun through my closed eyelids before water cascaded back, launching itself up in a pillar of magnificent crystalline glory. I sunk to the bottom of the pool, looked up at the rays of light dancing upon the surface of the water, flickering and wavering as they made a leisurely descent, finally creating an ever-changing, undulating light show on the floor of the pool; I stayed there for an eternity, unmoving, pensive, feeling the gradual ache build up in my chest as my body began to want for air.
     When I finally surfaced, everybody was yelling.
     "Holy son of a motherless goat! Did you see that!?!"
     "Dude I know right! That was sick!"
     "Wait, what the hell did you just say? Hahaha"
     And on and on... I suppose they liked the show, but in all honest I felt like my form had been a bit off. Plus I had a headache now, probably from getting a rush of water up my nose or something. Still, it was hard to concentrate on anything. Everything suddenly seemed very surreal, almost fake.
     "Oh damn, we gotta go man, its past 6..."
     That was Matt, needing a ride home. I lingered a second, wondering how it could be Six o'clock already. Got to the pool at 12:30, spent an hour and a half tops, that would only make it 2...
     I dismissed it and walked to the car. Walking felt strange, more like i was gliding than anything. An I was moving FAST. Much faster than I should have been. Put the keys into the ignition and the diesel engine came to life with a roar. My head still hurts. The rumble of the car beneath me did not help. I put the car in gear and started down the street.
     A few minutes later I realized that I wasn't the one driving. Perhaps I was the one getting the ride. I couldn't focus long enough to figure it out. Maybe it was good that I wasn't driving, I would be dangerous. 45 minutes later we completed the 10 minute drive to my house. There were a lot of people, all rushing around, talking very excitedly. My parents and siblings always had people over, i guess they threw a party and i just forgot about it. Yeah that must have been it. Matt wasnt around anymore. The throbbing was getting worse.
     The sun room was quiet. I shut the door behind me and sat. I tried to meditate to calm myself, but something kept interrupting me.
     "Om tare tuttare --" I couldn't focus on it.
     I sat for a moment, trying to pinpoint what it was. A slight beeping. I couldn't place it. Almost as it were coming from inside my head, slow and constant, a heart beat in my consciousness.
Beep.                   Beep.                    Beep.                     Beep.                  Beep.
     I attempted to draw it out, but the more i listened to it the more severe my headache got. Another sound began to drown it out. An agonized scream that grew until it enveloped every aspect of my being. I opened my eyes and took in the room around me. It wasn't my sun room. White washed walls, a small bed, fluorescent lights, hyper-clean sterilized air. My throat hurt. I needed to stop screaming. This was all too much, and I was on the brink of passing out from exhaustion. So I did.



     Days went by normally. No more of the rooms transporting me, people didn't disappear and I was driving when I thought I was. Only the beeping persisted throughout. And a blessing, the headaches had gone.



     That beautiful warm red of sun through closed eyelids. The universes embrace. And of course, they can't just let me enjoy it for a few more minutes.
     They want me to do another dive for them. A shadow passed over my face, drops of ice rained down on me.
     "Yeah, alright, I'll go."
     Back up that tower of chairs and tables. Once again that leap to get up the balcony. The beeps were getting more frequent.

Deep breath and all seems still. The calm before the plunge.

Beep.                         Beep.                             Beep.                             Beep.

Bend my knees and leap. The feeling of wind on my body.

Beep.             Beep.             Beep.            Beep.             Beep.             Beep.

Warmth as the sun caresses my face.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ice as the water envelopes me.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...

Darkness as the world collapses around me.

Silence.

Oblivion.



     Tyson couldn't take his eyes off of the monitor. The flat green line that was his friend's heart beat.
Silent tears glistened on Chris's Face.
Matt Sat rigidly by the side of his friend's body.

     The head trauma from the dive had been great, but if he had been brought in just a bit sooner, he might have lived. Those four hours had been vital.
Instead, he had slipped into a coma. Two weeks later, it ended.

Oblivion.




-L