Two More Places at the Same Time

I was beginning out my day, walking, deep in thought, when I was drawn to a bright white light.

I was not sure if I were awake or dreaming, as this was how my dreams would materialize, and always ended up being on the therapist couch, having to share my thoughts about my experiences. I was never so happy to share them.

It was an out of body experience that he was thrilled about knowing, like someone watching you while you were having an intimate moment. It was very disturbing.

I would start out walking down a newly lit path, in the city. It was springtime, and the trees were full of life, like they were every spring. I would make my way over to the many coffee houses that had sprung up overnight and sit while I was enjoying my after-dinner coffee.

I would explore the city each day, hoping to discover something new, risen from the older version of the city. This was more for my own amusement, to learn and remember, ending in my laughing like a lunatic.

It was later, in the early part of summer, that I noticed the bright light, and then observed people who were oddly dressed, even for our time. I see them as if they were introduced to our city, but before they could interact, they vanished.

I once reached out to grab hold of them and was drawn into a black void of nothingness, pain and sadness were to become my unwelcome friend.

This was how each moment started, with my being taken into another world, another dimension, one that scared me beyond mere fear. I would always return to the present, around the 20th Century, on the same couch, in the same therapist's office, and he would take notes.

I was afraid that he would use this information against me, trying to change history or alternate history, for some evil purpose. "But who am I to judge?" "Who am I to say that I know this to be the reasons behind his writing down my thoughts?"

"One afternoon, a female therapist met me instead, and I knew I had to figure how to either return to my own era or to stay in the present one and just let history take its own course".

This female started asking questions, about me, about my past, about my inner thoughts and dreams, about secrets and visions that I was having while under my therapist care. I hesitated to reply.

I knew something that didn't add up. I was not sure what to make of this whole matter. I was about to turn and not walk but run away from her. Then she spoke to me, stating "I am your wife John". "I have been sent back to help you find your way home".

I then stopped, turning to meet her gaze, waiting for my mouth to open and speak. I was unable to, as she reached out, pushing a gun into my ribs, and threatening to shoot me if I didn't do as she wished.

I was about to agree, when the bright light appeared, drawing only me into its realm and I vanished. I was making sure I was still whole and had not been vaporized. The sigh of relief was short-lived. For what entered in with me, was neither man or woman, but something out of a sci fi movie or horror movie.

Mind you, I was not happy to see this thing, this creature, trying to get closer to me, reaching to grab me and devour me. I reached into my jacket pocket, finding what looked like a gun and pulling out I fired.

The creature screamed, was hit twice, and disappeared. I was so ready to return to where I had been all along. I was not sure where here was nor how I would go back there. The bright light, now joined by more than the one, and it grew.

The light was taking on the form of a person, a human or so I thought, or knew what a human being looked like. It moved towards me, wrapped its two arms around me, and entrapped me in a cocoon like shell.

I was being fast forwarded to some place in the realm of time and space, as I closed my eyes. I was waking up by the female therapist who had nudged me and mumbled about my talking a lot and not making any sense. I was not sure where this person had come from, for the last thing I remembered, was me talking to a male therapist, on his couch.

I sat up, turned my legs to sitting up and then still not fully awake, asked, "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "Where am I?" Dr. Janis replied with a shrug and just smiled. Then two guys rushed in, pulled me upright, and proceeded to place a strait jacket on my body.

As we were leaving the office, there were several bodies on the floor in the waiting room. I was looking in horror, with their bodies covered in a slime or cocoon-like substance. One of them, still alive, raised their hand with a gun and fired. Again, I heard the same scream I had heard inside the bright light and as it was wrapping me in its arms.

I made a mad dash for the door, then the whole room became nothing. I was not even aware I had never been in any room, or building, nor had been anywhere, just being studied by AI, and it was once more like I had been there all along.

Holograms can make you believe in that which never actually existed. Much like Virtual Reality glasses or goggles. You can think you are fighting realistic people or running from something dangerous, and if you contact any one in these places, you will either become part of the reality or you may even worse yet, die a horrible death.