CléaI walk into the lecture theatre, late. I take a seat and I’m quizzed for my tardiness. Before I can explain, she says, “You were thinking of a solution, weren’t you?” I nod. Good thinking. “We can always count on you to fix it.” True. That is often the case.
I start paying attention to the lecture, nervous that I know very little of the subject, engineering of some sort. The lecture is in the form of an audio visual presentation, a documentary style discussing time travel. I breathe a sigh of relief. I own the series on DVD and I can catch up on the lessons I have missed at home.
Beside me to the left, sits another student. He’s tall with a slim build and looks in my direction. His hair is very dark and straight, and his eyes sparkle against his fair complexion. He looks at me and smiles. I smile back. He would be about twenty seven years of age. Why didn’t I attend lectures before today?
I become aware of his hand resting on the desk next to mine. I do not move. His hand coyly brushes mine. I do not flinch. Our fingers then touch and entwine in an electric moment that sends a spark right through my being. I feel energised, renewed, alive. We communicate through touch. He tells me his desires. I tell him mine. Without even a word spoken between us. Then finally the moment of yielding to what we both want. We make it happen and the world with all its voices and gadgets no longer exists around us.
An ephemeral moment in time, the anticipation of the first touch, the frisson of new energy, the excitement of that discovery, the fleeting feeling that only exists at the start and fades into the familiar and the comfortable.
Anything is possible to reawaken in a dream.
Tags: cbmused, engineering, time travel
Oooh, I love having that dream. Hi Cléa.
It was not a dream, wasn’t it?
If you look next to that guy you’ll see a 160 pound bookish type who is trying to get your attention. He is the guy trying to figure out how to say something clever and distract you from the handsome man who has invaded your personal space. He also hates the handsome guy a little.
Peefer: A dream, a forgotten memory, a feeling that never returns. Yet it was just as vivid. Hello Peefer.
Sidney: You really want to know? I could reveal it all…
GSR: Actually, there was a guy next to him. I couldn’t see him but I aware of his presence. Hmm… very interesting observation.
They say all of life could be a dream. This might be one big dream, then the super omnipotent beings who we really are wake up, go through a colossal day and return to bed and we are dreamt up again in the next life of a new dream.
Or maybe you gotta take what you can get cause we only live once. Grab that engineer by the throttle control and rev him to the moon.
Oh yeah… you already did that!
Missed reading your work.
Eric1313: Or… you can live certain experiences in your dreams because you can’t live them in your waking life.
Lovely to have you back and thanks for the kind word:)
That feeling is so addictive and pleasantly intense that people spend their whole lives in pursuit of it. I wonder though, if like any addiction, it soon becomes a daily obsession to obtain the commodity – while actually enjoying it becomes harder.
I think there’s many good reasons why such experiences should be rare and unexpected, be it in waking life or deep in our subconscious.
Gboy: If people spend their entire lives pursuing it, they’re also missing out on all the other things that come after that first rush, and I feel that is more addictive in the long run. Besides, if you had that feeling regularly, it ceases to have its electrifying thrill. At least that’s what I believe.
What amazes me is the power of the mind, when it thinks it has forgotten something, how vividly it, somehow, reawakens it. Alas, it remains transient but it tells you that the memory is still accessible.