Part 1 The telemarketer - Glimpse V

-You’re finally here! She exclaimed. Hurry! Follow me.

The mansion looked renovated now, he noticed as he was following her down the corridor. “I’ve never had consecutive dreams in the same location before.” He thought, and he could still remember his old real life. This was pretty new; this new-found skill was only a few months old.

– Please wait here, someone will call you in. Said the woman in white.

She looked familiar to him, he thought, as he sat down in a wooden chair that was placed next to the door she went though. The old ornate, padded chair felt very soft and comfortable. The whole location was in fact quite fancy and reminded him of palaces and museum he visited in west Europe. There wasn’t this much wealth in his country now. Or maybe the place looked like some video games he played. In the end, he decided it was a mix of the two.

Ever since the first attack he started dreaming more and more that he was attacked, but the worst were the ones that he could not distinguish dream from reality, the ones that took place in his bedroom and he could not move or in places he knew very well. But this seemed like one of the nice dreams.

He enjoyed being an explorer and adventurer, it reminded him of his favorite game, Y.A.N.A. online. He couldn’t remember the full name, some memories it seems he no longer had access to in his dreams. He tried to see what else he couldn’t remember.

– My guild members are: Ondrej_ty founder, SeaBacon elder, SpunkyMonkey, f010 …uhhh… God! That kid has a horrible ID, must be chinese…they have wacky names with numbers.

The door opened, and she called to him. “You can come in now.”

About seven men were sitting at a long table in front of him and it was reminiscent of a university club he applied for many years ago. Their smug faces pissed him off immediately.

The woman in white spoke for him and they made plans for his travel and mission, and he just stood there as decoration. Eventually he managed to wake up.

– Phaaah! He exhaled while lying in his bed.

“It’s my dream damn it! I should be able to conjure up a flamethrower and set their smug little asses on fire. What’s the point of having a lucid dream if I can’t control it?!

After a few moments he had calmed down and realized that for some reason when dreaming, his emotions were always stronger and faster than when awake.

– Well … at least I’m no longer afraid. When I get chased and I get away most times. It’s actually getting fun to explore all the tunnels and strange cities.”

So, he closed his eyes hoping to return to one of the post-apocalyptic cities he dreamt of. As his mind drifted into sleep, he tried to visualize all the overlapping highways and lush vegetation and the subway station that took him to the city. “Maybe I can enter though there.” He whispered to himself.

Not long after he managed to return to sleep and it was pitch black. He could only feel his thoughts and himself. So, he turned around to look for something, anything, and saw a lit lamppost in the distance. He walked toward it and as he came closer, he saw there was a woman right at the edge of the light.

As he stepped into the light to come close enough to see her facial features, she raised her left arm and pointed over the rim of the ornate stone bridge they were on. He turned to look and could see nothing, so he stepped closer to the edge, in-between two of the lion statues adorning the bridge and he could hear a faint rumbling of engines far away. By the time he touched the cement railing the engines could be heard right under him and a swarm of motorcycles gushed forth like a river of fireflies. He raised his head to see where they were going but they just slipped and disappeared into the city skyline as water seeps into cracked earth.

He turned his head to look at the shadowed woman for answers to the meaning of what he was shown but she was already walking away. He pursued, but she dissolved into the darkness and he could only hear her footsteps on the cobblestones. He persisted in following until he could no longer hear her, and then he reached the end of the bridge and saw her glide in and out of another lamppost light across the street.

She moved as fast as a cat and seemingly much faster when walking in the dark than when she walked in the light of the sparsely spaced lampposts. Her tight black leather clothes made him think she did resemble a cat indeed.

As he tried to cross the street, he tripped on the metal railway of the city’s trolley system and then he felt the ground shake as if a tram was coming toward him, but he could not see any and so he panicked.

He woke up, and he felt as though an echo of tremor had followed him into the real world.

The air was stale, and he couldn’t breathe so he got up and opened a window to gaze upon his city. It was topped with white, lightly sprinkled with snow.

“It will not last long.” He thought and then remembered how much more beautiful things looked in video games and movies, “That beauty is eternal”.

Later that day, at work, he found out there was an earthquake, near his city, at Донецк.