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Eye of the Dreamer Chapter 3

It felt like they were walking for hours. Tommy and the old man didn’t speak for what seemed like forever.  Tommy would look around hoping he would see anything other than light and black void. He looked behind and thought he saw a figure but it would quickly dissipate, this place is getting to me, he thought.  Tommy’s frustration got the better of him and he stopped.

“Ok Ok look I want answers.” Tommy shouted and the old man stopped in his tracks with this back to Tommy. “We’ve been walking and walking and there’s nothing here!!!  So before we keep going I want to know what the hell is going on.  I don’t even know your damn name” The old man stood still for a moment and then slowly turned around, each step with purpose. He looked at Tommy right in the eye, never changing his blank facial expression.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask for my name. It is Mr Sabbiaman, pleasure to meet you Tommy. You have impeccable timing. Your out burst happens just as we are arriving.”

Tommy walks a bit closer, “First off, where are we? And second, How did you know my name, I never told you it.”

He looked quizzically at Tommy “Hmmmm that’s right, you never did tell me.” He smiled and turned around. “Now I need you to stand still, this may be a bit disorienting, but trust me you will get used to it”

Mr Sabbiaman closed his eyes, his back was to Tommy.  If there was a physical manifestation of peace and ease He was it. Tommy stood there wondering what was going to happen. A for a few moments, nothing happened. Guess his special effects team flaked out Tommy thought but then he noticed that the temperature dropped. A chill ran down his spine and all the way down to his toes. He could see his breath and felt a cold that he’d never felt before. He looked at the old man who had stretched his arms out as if he was waiting for a warm embrace. Then the room went black. Both were consumed in darkness. Then a flicker of blue light appeared. It blinked on and off as if struggling to be noticed and then a pink like was doing the same thing and then a green light and then a yellow light. Different color lights were coming alive all around them, right in front, right behind and above them. For a second Tommy thought he was in a dance club. He hoped that he didn’t waste his time just to end up in a place that would play crappy techno music. But he as the colored lights grew brighter he thought he saw flashes of something, images here and there. Faces appearing out of thin air. There were hundreds maybe thousands of light. He still felt the cold but he started getting used to it. He looked at Mr Sabbiaman who was turning around and smiling. This was a smile of pride, almost like the pride has in one’s child.  Tommy was speechless in awe of what he was witnessing, he kept looking around trying to figure out how this was possible. Even as a child magic was something that Tommy didn’t buy into. He either figured out the trick straight away or he investigated it and found out the how the trick was done. There was always an answer. But he couldn’t figure out the light source, he couldn’t figure out how these images were being projected. This was completely baffling to him. Still Mr Sabbiaman was taking everything in, this was business as usual the way he acted.

“What is all this?” Tommy’s voice was a hush but he knew he was heard.

“Shhhhhhh” was all Mr Sabbiaman said. He then walked to one of the lights and slowly put his hand through. But his hand didn’t come out the other side it simply went in as if he were reaching into a closet. Tommy looked on with utter shock.  He pulled his hand out, smelled it and smiled.

“It’s time to touch the untouchable” He smiled and gestured to Tommy to reach out.  Tommy looked around and moved to the red one, red was his favorite color. He was a hesitant at first but he came this far why not keep going. He put his hand through and he immediately felt a slight jolt, as if he got hit with electricity, nothing painful just enough to know this was more than a simple light. He felt warmth, and cold at the same time as if the atmosphere couldn’t decide what it wanted. It was a feeling he had never felt before. He pulled his hand out and he was immediately struck with the scent of pine, but this wasn’t just any pine this was a smell from his past. His eyes began welling up as he was hit with a memory from his childhood like a semi crashing into a brick wall. He had no idea how this was possible. He look at Mr Sabbiaman who was nodding in approval. He walked over to Tommy and handed him his handkerchief.

“You will begin to understand everything, I promise. For now just enjoy” Both he and Tommy smiled.

A blood curdling scream ripped across the illuminated cavern. The echo seem to go on forever. Even the lights seemed to quiver a bit. Tommy was so startled he stumbled back a bit. He noticed Mr Sabbiaman was looking down and all he heard him say was “Oh dear”

“what the hell was that?!?!?” Tommy shouted.

“That”, Mr Sabbian said with a hint of fear, “was the nightmare”

November 4, 2016 Posted by | Writings | , | Leave a comment