That Book Your Mad Ancestor Wrote by K.J. Bishop

Author:K.J. Bishop [Bishop, K.J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: K.J. Bishop
Published: 2012-12-12T16:00:00+00:00

TWO DREAMS

1)

I pressed my hands against the window. I was anxious to escape from the dangerous situation I was in – something involving espionage. My superior, a middle-aged man, was present in the room, and he was displeased with my performance in the mission. I was as wary of him as I was of the enemy agents, and I was fed up with his demands. The room was dark and there was darkness beyond the window.

I had started to wonder whether I might be dreaming. I remembered certain dreams in which I had been able to pass through solid barriers like a ghost and then fly into the freedom and safety of the air.

I bent my knees and pushed forward. My body moved in slow motion, like a diver or an astronaut. My will carried me through the window. I forgot about the possibility that I was dreaming.

Now I was in the air, travelling through a black sky above dimly-lit angular structures which, though suggestive of architecture, might have been something else, such as furniture, for there was something attic-like about the region’s gloom. Under the influence of this impression I swam upwards, searching for a roof. A few moments later I passed through an invisible plane of demarcation and found myself flying in broad daylight.

The sky was blue, decorated with a few small clouds. The terrain below me was a green mixture of park and woodland, without a road or a straight line anywhere. The light of the sun had a noticeably yellow cast to it, so that all the greens were golden-tinged and warm.

While I knew that I would eventually want to explore this world on foot, I did not want to stop flying. However, once I began to worry about losing my buoyancy the thought itself caused me to fall towards the ground, but I was able to stop my descent by repeating the word ‘fly’, and stabilised myself at ten or fifteen feet above the ground. I continued flying at this height, skimming over a lawn. I flew past a bronze sculpture of a planet with rings, which I took as a sign that this was the planet Saturn. There were no people, which surprised me, as the landscape had a tended look and someone must have put the sculpture there.

I looked up and saw Jupiter in the sky. Unlike Saturn it appeared as the gas giant we see from Earth. The planet looked close: a fist held up would only just have covered it. As I looked at it, it began to divide like a cell, splitting into two, then four, and then into many more. All these Jupiter cells were misshapen, and I thought, with fear, that the sky of Saturn was infected with a cancer of Jupiter.

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