Albert Alcherbad - The DreamCorp

Yes, now I experience it, now I feel the real pain. My lungs are already filled with the vomity stench of some sea “gashes” and a billion of dead-rotten fish.

My nerves of ripped apart body are twitching, probably, with a speed of light. A bloody fountain from my flesh-burst streams out its torrent right on the shark’s nose, and it flows everything around.

And the one object that I can still observe at the very last moment of my life is its Satan dark jaws…

Oh, my God! Where am I? Who am I? Where is that shark? Where is water? Where is everything that I have experienced now?

What is that? Is it darkness? Am I in Hell, maybe? But how can I be there, if I am still alive? Yes, I am surely alive. My heart pounds wildly, cracking my chest. My nerves have driven out lots of miles. My blood circling the veins as a washing machine’s drum in its fully-loaded action. My brain has roughly being “pressed” and covered by a metal net. My hands’ fingers curled up the blanket with the full strength.

I open my eyes and through the dreamy-nightmare image I see the shapes of a chair, a table, a bed, a window, and my room in the whole. But the beyond-phantom of the shark is still here, in the room. And it is still dark in the street and in the room.

What time is now?

I look at my watches. It is only 05:30. Wait a… Is it 05:30 by now? Gosh! I remember that I went to bed at about 00:00.

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Yes, it so many hours have already passed since I closed my eyes, but in the dream – hours fly through like seconds.

Oh, my God, what a disgusting bloody nightmare I had.

So I clearly understand who I am, where I am, and what I am doing now. So I am alive, I breath calmly. That’s already good. So it was a bad dream, just another ugly nightmare…

…It is pitch darkness everywhere.

I put my hands out, stretching them forward in front of me, but I cannot observe them. Maybe, because I don’t see anything at all?!

I do the first step cautiously. And then a strange sense of awareness comes to the fore inside me, as though I fall into the empty space – into the dark and silent entity. And now I am evidently falling down, into nowhere. There is a new abnormal feeling in my heart. And here, there is a straight road, a kind of an electronic network in front of me. It is a standard network that stretches distantly far away. Now I see and feel it clearly.

Colors inside this network sparkle among each other: the green, the dark, the purple, the white… They interchange from time to time, but the green one has the definite priority.

Now I make another one step and go ahead. But this time I go smoothly, as I flow down the calm lake. And again that unexplainable sense, as if I have wings and I fly in the air by myself. It is a deeply vast space that surrounds me – the only darkness and brightly green net-road, sparkles with lots of electrical flashes. Where it will lead me to? Whoever knows?

Maybe I should ask somebody to know about this place? Apparently, that if this place exists – just because somebody or something created it, or at least started it. So if I am here now, in this strange outer-world beyond the reality – somebody took me here, and I am sure that somebody should know something about this place and the way-out of here.

The only question that bites me now is that where am I and where’s everybody? Where are the rest of people, animals and birds, as well as the others living creatures and soulless objects disappeared to? Where’s everything all of that?

It seems that I’ll have to start the search for the rest of the world, trying to find out what actually had happened with the earth. And try to find somebody who knows all about this. This person (or something of a kind) should be wise and informed enough to explain me everything. But where am I supposed to find such a person? Yeah, it surely looks like that I need to explore the whole Universe, making the incredible efforts, before I reach somebody alike the wise or super-mighty smart one.

But how long will I be searching for? Maybe, for the rest of my life? I really don’t know. The smartest one – the wise, the mighty – knows all the answers on my questions.

But wait a minute!

“Who am I? What a kind am I actually?” I am wondering now. “AND DO I REALLY EXIST AT THE MOMENT?”

Well, I wish I saw myself in the mirror.

But wait again! What is that out there? Is it a mirror? Well, I see clearly that this the mirror is. Where in such an outer place did the mirror appear from? It is really odd, because I am standing nowhere right now. And I am also going nowhere to. So hardly will I meet somebody. And never will it be, just occasionally.

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