“I had a strange dream last night.” I said.
“What was it about?” The Voice said.
“I’m not really sure. I only remember bits and pieces of it.”
I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and put a flame to it.
“I was alone in the mountains, a remote area somewhere. Climbing around by the moonlight. No sign of life, no lights except for the moon and the stars. It seemed to go on and on, walking and climbing forever. You know how sometimes you have a dream and it feels like it lasts for many hours?”
“Yes.” The Voice said.
I slowly inhaled smoke, exhaled it through my nostrils.
“It was like that. I was climbing around on this mountain and I don’t remember ever questioning why I was there, or what I was doing. I just kept moving upward, higher and higher. I knew that I couldn’t turn back. Near the top of the peak I noticed a large opening in the side of the rocks. A strange green light was flickering from within.”
“Like a cave?” The Voice said.
“Kind of. It was this huge gash in the side of the mountain. The opening was probably fifty feet tall, five or six feet wide. The whole peak was hollow inside and the outer shell had been split open. This green light was coming out from inside. I was very excited and motivated by the green light, almost frantic to reach it. Does that make any sense?”
The Voice did not respond.
“Well, I did reach the opening, and when I looked inside I was completely… Enraptured. Mesmerized. The rocks inside were glowing with a life of their own. There was an amazing pattern of lights glowing and pulsing across the surface of everything inside of the mountain. I stood there for what felt like half an hour, just looking in every direction, taking it all in.”
“Could you draw it? The patterns of light?” The Voice said.
“I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t have the words to describe to you what it looked like in there, the sheer complexity, how interconnected it all was.”
I stared off into space thinking about it and allowed the cigarette to burn down between my fingers.
“Was that the end of the dream?” The Voice said.
“No. There was a narrow pathway leading down inside of the glowing cavern. I could see footprints on the pathway. I wasn’t the first to discover the place. Probably won’t be the last.”
“Did you encounter any other people in there?”
I shook my head and put the cigarette out in a round glass ashtray.
“I worked my way down the path. A couple of times it seemed like I was going to fall off the side, but I always seemed to regain my balance at the last second. I reached the bottom and discovered a large wooden box sitting there on top of a glowing rock. Even the box was glowing green. I was immediately curious and ran to it.”
“What did the box look like?” The Voice said.
“A big wooden cube with two huge metal hinges on the back. Despite the size it was remarkably easy to open.”
“You should not have touched that thing. You know that, don’t you?” The Voice said.
“Yes, but inside- It was incredible- I saw a miniature galaxy and-”
“That is enough!” The Voice said.
“I do not want to know. I am not supposed to know.”
“Okay. Just forget about it then.”
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[Original writing & artwork by J. E. Lattimer]
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