“They
mutated the dinosaur genetic code and blended it with that of a
frog's. Now, some West African frogs have been known to spontaneously
change sex from male to female in a single sex environment. Malcolm
was right. Look. Life found a way.”
Barney and Friends*
CJ should be coming over tomorrow. That should be a bucket of fun.
Unless we run out of buckets. Then again we could run over to The
Crazed Squid's Extreme Discount Bucket Emporium. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The
Consequences of Learning It Was All A Dream
When a story
ends with “It was all just a dream” it often forgets to mention
the most important part. What happens when the person realizes this?
The after effects on them. They don't cover this. I woke up from a
several year coma recently. A coma after a car accident, and that
when I was in my coma-dream, I thought I survived. My brain made time
pass more slowly in my mind. So months in a coma became many, many
years. So when I woke up I learned that thirty years of my “life”
became instantly revealed to be a lie made up in a dream.
Thirty years
that started with a war that my brain made up. A war where I became a
solider. A war where I started out a hero. Then I abused my power
along with other soldiers. We took advantage of other people. We did
whatever we pleased to them.
I didn't go mad
from later regret and trauma, spending the rest of my life repenting,
only living free because I turned in some traitors I later worked
with to gain even more by taking advantage of my own country and the
one I was attacking. All those years giving accounts of the horrors
of war to the nation weren't real. The horrors weren't real and the
war wasn't real.
And originally
the scenario I constructed was that other soldiers convinced me to
start taking advantage of those people and do all those horrible
things to them. But no. When I woke up and learned it was all a
dream, I learned that my brain chose to make all those scenarios
exist. The real world didn't make all those horrors exist. My
subconscious did. I wasn't dragged into a war, I made the war. I
would have preferred to have stayed in my coma as the man repenting
for his crimes than waking up knowing that it was a dream all along
and that I made them exist.
This terrible
realization did give me a second chance. Lucky circumstances shortly
after me waking up made me run across a great deal of money and
power. So lucky you wouldn't believe them. So just like in the war in
my dream I have the power to take advantage of people again.
This time it
can't all be a dream. I know I can't reset. Or maybe I am wrong and I'm still dreaming? Does that mean I can do it all again? Or should
do it all again whether or not waking up can get rid of all my sins?
I wonder if my soul is the same in the real world?
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