John: The DreamerA Chapter by DevCome join the force. Together, we can change the world.Initially,
John, a 13-year-old boy, thought it as a strange dream that any human being
could possibly have. However, he could not deduce it. “Today, I
felt like I was in a place stranger than the Bermuda triangle,” John expressed
to his mother. His mother
ignored him, as she herself has experienced a tragic death in her dream, a few
days ago. “Not while I
was sleeping,” he continued. “Then,” his
mother asked. “It was in
my English class, when I suddenly felt strange and I stepped out of it when my
teacher intervened.” “What
happened exactly?” “Telepathy,”
he replied. “What?” “Yes. I was
in an alien landscape where my fellow aliens and I communicated via
electromagnetic waves generated in our brains. Then, I suddenly realized that
my powers have vanished and my teacher stood in front of me.” "He
must have slept in his class," she thought, “and anything is possible in
dreams.” "Was
that a dream or a reality?" he asked himself. Next morning, "I had
another dream," he said. "Now, what?"
his mother asked anxiously. "I was
absorbing energy from the sun," he replied. “Why is John
having such kind of dreams?” she asked her husband. "It is
just the side-effect of Science Fiction movies," he quipped. “You are not
serious about it.” "The
day he stops watching weird movies, he will be alright." "Men
will be men," she thought. He kept on
dreaming weird things daily, especially at night. "This
is cool, I do not know anyone who has a private Sci-fi theater,” he thought
about his dreams. He shares
his Sci-fi dreams with his mother. His father has restricted him from watching
any movie, let alone Sci-fi. "What
if I am not getting to watch any movie, my dreams are vivid than these ET’s on
TV" he said to himself. A month
passed by, "It’s
high time now. We should consult a psychiatrist,” she expressed authoritatively
to her husband. John had a
happy month and was now busy studying Science Fiction books in his room. "John...John,
come down, we need to talk," his father yelled. "We are
going to consult a doctor," his father told him. "No...No,
I don't want to go, I am alright," fearing he would lose his blissful
source of entertainment. “This is not
an opinion but a decision. Get ready; we are leaving in fifteen minutes.” “It is
always your decision, I wonder if I have any control over me,” he ranted. They visit
the clinic of a renowned psychiatrist in NYC. “What kind
of dreams do you have?” asked the psychiatrist. “Weirder
than the stuff shown in Sci-fi movies," John remarked. "Do you
have these weird dreams daily?" "Yes,”
he continued, “sometimes, twice in a day." "What caricatures
appear in your dream?" "It's
an alien landscape where I communicate through telepathy, absorb energy from
the sun, and can move any object with my eyes. My body consists of a large
solar panel like head for absorbing energy, big eyes capable of moving anything,
just by visualizing it, and magnetic legs for levitation.” "This is strange!" said the intrigued psychiatrist.
“Did he sustain
any brain injury in his childhood?” he inquired John’s parents. “No, nothing”
“So, you see aliens,” he turned to John.
“Yes,” he nodded.
“And, what do they look like?”
“They have large heads like that of an elephant; have a panoramic
vision due to the big eyes on either side of the face; yet devoid of nose, ears
or mouth. This face is attached to a magnetically levitating wheel.” “These dreams could be a result of watching these sorts of alien on TV,
Movies or even a book regarding Extraterrestrials,” pointed the psychiatrist.
“But, we have ceased him from watching these aliens on TV or any
movies,” said John’s father.
“Does he read any books on aliens?” asked the doctor.
“Yes, I read books. They are my only source of entertainment,” cried
John.
“I’m sorry, but they are the root of your dreams. I recommend you to
leave these books, but you may read books, watch any TV-program or movie, not
relating to aliens,” advised the doctor.
“OK, doctor. We would see to it,” nodded his father.
“Report me if the problem persists even after taking these measures.”
“Sure,” they continued, “Thank you, doctor.”
Now, he is cut-off from watching or reading any weird stuff, but the
dreams persisted.
“I would not share my dreams with anyone. This would allow me to have a
normal life,” he thought.
He watches the TV programs and reads the books involving aliens, stealthily. “Suddenly, a powerful solar radiation struck the planet resulting in an
excessive flow of current in our brains, ultimately leading to the demise of
many entities of our species. I am not able to communicate with the remaining
members of my species and my visualizing powers have vanished. This has led to
a widespread chaos in our community,” John recalled his dream. Their death was a great grief to John.
Suddenly he realized, “Why am I feeling unhappy at the loss of someone
in my dreams? After all, it was only a dream, isn't it?”
“I wonder if these are only dreams or something strange,” he mused. © 2013 DevAuthor's Note
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