More than dreams (Part 1)
More than dreams (Part 2)
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More than dreams (Part 3)
Squinting against the brightness I turned to look at the dome. The door had already closed behind me, there was nothing on the outside to re-open it with, no handle or button, no lever, nothing. The immense structure arced away from me in either direction. Above me the opaque glass curved away out of sight.
My eyes quickly grew accustomed to the new brightness and I turned my back to the dome and surveyed my new world.
It was just like in the dreams. Long grass waving gently in a warm breeze. Close by, the trees I had seen in my sleep, reaching up almost to the clear blue sky. Brightly coloured birds chirruped and chirped as they flew from branch to branch. Winged insects hummed by. In the distance I could see green, tree-covered hills. And above all of this, shining down on it all, the bright, yellow, life-giving sun.
The dreams had shown me all of these things, and the sounds they should be known by, but the dreams could never have prepared me for the overwhelming beauty of it all, the sweet fragrances of it all, the musical sounds of it all.
I sank to my knees in the long grass, and for the first time in my life, I wept.
I wept with an all-encompassing joy, tears did not exist inside the dome. I let the salt liquid roll down my face and laughed and wept at the same time, laughter did not exist inside the dome either.
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Many cycles passed, these are known as “days” according to the dream voice in my head. I soon fell into the routine of sleeping in the dark hours, where the dreams continued, revealing more and more of this world, and food gathering and exploring during the light hours.
I had discovered a large cave set into a nearby hillside and made a comfortable bed of branches and foliage inside.
Hunger had gripped me not long after leaving the dome. Of course there was no food queue to join out here, no dining area. The only thing I had ever eaten in my whole life was the protein mix supplied twice daily by the food servers.
I had seen some of the small creatures eating the colourful fruits that hung from the trees, and driven by desperation I had finally plucked up the courage to take a bite from one. I almost fainted from the sheer sweet taste of it, nothing could have prepared me for the sensations I experienced as I ate. Eating was for sustenance, for work energy, and now it had become a pleasure, a delight, another gift to treasure from this beautiful and wonderful world that I now lived in.
Over the many following days I tried other fruits and plants, and soon learnt which ones to eat and which to shun.
Despite the legends of ferocious creatures, diseases, and the other dangers which I didn't understand the meaning of, radiation and mutation, during my exploring and wandering I never came across anything that would be thought of as a danger. The insects and birds were a joy to watch, going about their lives, busily, diligently. The largest animals I see are furry creatures less than half my size, they also eat the vegetation, and scamper away if I try to get too close.
It had become my custom to cross the long grass and visit the dome occasionally, I don't know why, maybe I have some inner need to keep reminding myself of where I came from. Or maybe I was feeling another emotion that also doesn't exist inside the dome, loneliness.
Today was one of those days. After walking between the trees gathering fruits I made my way back to where the grass began, and stood looking at the dome from a distance, enjoying the sight of the sunshine glinting off the structure while I ate.
A small movement caught my eye.
My gaze returned to the base, the door was open...
I watched unbelievingly as through the opening stepped a group of people, six whitesuits, two bluesuits and one of the redsuit elders. Nine in all, four brothers and five sisters.
As I walked towards them they all looked around themselves with the same wonder that I had when I first stepped outside. Each of them smiling broadly, each of them fascinated by the feast of colours, sounds and scents that flooded their senses.
I came to a standstill a few feet from the group.
“Why do you leave the dome?” I asked the redsuit.
“I have been having strange dreams.” He answered, his gaze flitting around, drinking in the beauty of his new surroundings. “We all have.”
“What is your number?” One of the bluesuits asked me.
“I no longer have a number, I have a sound instead now, a name, as you will too. The name I go by came to me in a dream. The name is Genesis.”
The newcomers followed me through the trees to my hillside cave, and began learning of life in their new world.
Apart from myself, they were the first people to ever leave the dome since its creation.
I didn't know it at the time, but soon many more would follow.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.