Dreams

Dreams can become reality

William sat up in bed with a start. The nightmare had been so real. He reached over to the nightstand and turned on the bed side lamp which radiated a soft glow about the small flat he called home. He was chilled as a breeze blew in from his open window and wafted over the his sweaty exposed skin. Why am I having this dream over and over? he thought to himself.

The nightmare was always the same. William was sitting on a beach, enjoying his vacation when suddenly there was a terrible rumbling. The air itself vibrated with power as everything grew a bright white. William found that he couldn't move at all in this whiteness, he was trapped. It was like being buried alive.

William shuddered as reality came back and the fright faded. He got up and put his Yale sweats on and went to his computer. He checked his email and itinerary. He was speaking at a conference in Aspen tomorrow evening. He almost forgot. William had turned down a real vacation with Jasmine in Hawaii to take this job. He knew that this conference might just make his newly forged career in Radical Exotic Matter Experimentation. It was a budding science founded on the theory that it may be possible to create new, exotic matter from anti-matter. This conference would introduce that into the scientific community as a new, accepted field of research. He got up and took a shower and tried to go back to sleep; attempting to get a few more hours  before having to go to the airport and prepare for his lecture.

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William's plane landed on time in Denver and he departed the plane then went down to the shuttle area where a van waited for him from the Aspen Convention Center. He got in and they drove the snowy roads out of Denver.

William looked at his screen as he finished up some last minute notes. He turned and gazed out the window, thinking about how he wished he could be on the beach with Jasmine, spending much needed time together. Suddenly, a low rumbling was making itself heard over the sound of the chains on the road and roaring of the motor making it's way up the mountain. William scanned the area but found no reason for the sound that now grew louder, almost deafening.

“What the hell?” The Driver said as he leaned forward to get a better view up the side of the mountain they were navigating. “Holy Shit!”

The Van rocked violently and flipped as the exterior grew bright white. Windows breaking and snow flying about the cabin soon became a murderous spinning and flipping until finally the vehicle came to rest.

Nursing a small head wound, William sat up as best he could and surveyed the situation. The Driver was dead, his body like a rag doll in a landfill. No light at all except for the random, chaotic flickering of the dome light. He looked to the windows and saw that they were packed with snow on the outside, some of it coming in in the places where the window broke. The cold was seeping in as well, chilling him. He thought back to the dream and wondered why he didn't go to Hawaii.

As the severity of the predicament revealed itself, William screamed until there was no more voice or air and then slumped to the floor of the van.