Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 11
*** Eleven ***
I dreamt that I was standing in front of an oval gate.
The gate was situated in an odd place. It was in the middle of a desert and led to no-where.
There was a raised platform near the gate.
I walked over to the platform to inspect if from up close.
It looked like a sundial with figures and numbers engraved around the edges.
I lay down on this platform next to the dial and closed my eyes. I knew I was dreaming. I knew I was going to sleep in my dream.
It was so weird.
I dreamt a dream in my dream.
I dreamt of numbers and figures spinning and combining to make three rows of numbers and letters combined.
The sequences kept on changing and I could not pin any one down long enough to follow it.
I was drenched in sweat in my dream and woke myself up from this nightmare. I woke up from my dream’s dream and returned to the platform near the gate.
I sat up and stared at the gate that now had a solid interior and I could no longer see through it.
I stood up from the platform and walked right around the gate, inspecting it from top to bottom.
There was this cold-looking substance inside the gate, blocking entry to where-ever, stirring knowledge at the back of my mind.
Was this a physical portal? A transportation device to step from one place to another? A DOOR to another ‘place’?
I returned to the platform.
This could be an address dial. If I could set the dial, I could go places.
How very exciting!
My eternal curiosity would finally be satisfied.
I tried the dial, but my hand went right through it.
I tried again.
The platform was a hologram and I could not touch it, yet a moment ago I had dreamt I had a dream on it.
This was still a bizarre dream, yet it felt so real.
Who could tell, even my visions seemed real to me.
This instance I knew for sure that my body was asleep in an aircraft over some very nasty looking mountains.
I returned to the gate.
The substance in the middle started shimmering like water in a gentle pond. It was not entirely flat, but not wavy either.
It drew me to it like a magnet. I reached out with my right hand and touched it with my fingertips.
The substance stuck to my fingers.
I pulled back.
It came with.
The goo started creeping over my hand, gripping me securely in its icy clasp.
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