The DreamCorp

The DreamCorp
Albert Alcherbad

We are «The DreamCorp»…We use the most progressive methods of ideas installation, of thoughts and emotions intrusion and brain controlling in the World.All the possible information We possess and provide is here – in the place, as We call it «The Brain-Control Centre». We provide you personal access to your personal dreams during sleeping. We form personal storylines, events, decorations, characters and scripts in your dreams for you.So have a pleasure, if you can survive inside your dream…

The DreamCorp

Albert Alcherbad

Based on true lucid dreams stories

Cover designer Albert Alcherbad

Translator Albert Alcherbad

© Albert Alcherbad, 2018

© Albert Alcherbad, cover design, 2018

© Albert Alcherbad, translation, 2018

ISBN 978-5-4483-2382-9

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

The DreamCorp Logo – The Brain Control Centre

Part 1

Nightmare: Outer Minded

– Enter the Panic —

The aircraft cabin (interior view).

There is nobody in here. Just me. I’m running through the rows. Apparently, we are going down, right into the nothing. I run into the cockpit – it’s empty. Now I am seeking all around the craft in search for any parachute. I need to save myself.

The only thing I want to do now – is to get out of this nightmare – to get away in the fresh air – out of this plane, as soon as possible! Damn, where’s the exit?

And only one second after that my body is already flying along the open air-space, without any air-chute at all, – and I am shity-scared.

There are some miles of vast and empty space under me. And what is in there – right in the very bottom of all of this? Well, suppose, there are lots of endless and deep waters, hard and dries territories, and other deadliest surprises for me. And right now I am falling down into the abyss.

Well, I don’t know. It’d be nice if the sort of air-balloon occurred on my hands, below my feet as good ground, or something.

HELP ME! Wow! What a weirdo? I am standing inside the big basket, and right above my head there is a massive balloon. Ooh…

That’s really nice. Okay. At least, I am safe now. The crucial thing of all is that the balloon must be really safe, without any hint on a big-boom accident.

B-B-A-ANG!

The sudden shot from nowhere, – and then the tremendous explosion everywhere. The air-balloon burst off. It is totally out of order now. What a traitor this balloon is! And I am falling down again. What am I suppose to do now? Gosh, I am dead…

Oh…

What a hell is that? Or… What a Good Lord is that?

I am sitting at a table and I am holding a cup of coffee in my hand. It is a kind of café, or something like that. There are tables, people and waiters on the street.

Yeah, the rich nose of coffee soaks all my body. That’s a lovely place, I guess.

But wait a minute! How did I get in here? In fact, a couple of seconds ago my air-balloon burst off, and I was falling down the earth, like a small bird without wings, without even a license to fly, without finishing a special heading per bird-flying volpique.

I could not make a mistake in my suggestion. And what is that, finally? Am I going crazy? Am I a time-traveler? Or, maybe, a space-traveler? I really don’t know.

Is it a small nice bird that has just already landed on my table? So it must be like that. Well I thought about a bird after all.

Oh. She probably decided to drink some morning coffee with me. That’s odd. That’s really quite strange. Even more, than strange. This bird makes me associate her with a charming girl, an elve-type girl, who runs somewhere all the time, hurries up, but however she is able to cast a glance on me, which expresses a bit shade of interest. The sexual interest.

And then, due to some magic or sorcery even, this sexy baby, who has just appeared in my mind, comes to me and sits down at my table.

And we are chatting with her now. It is just a nice talk, or even a flirt. I hope so it is. She also drinks coffee with me. The same as I like to drink – the black with some milk. Well, I guess, we are alike already in some meaning. Yeah, definitely.

She tells me about something, but I really cannot get a word of her, as if she speaks in the alien language, – the language not even from this world. I have a feeling that I totally forgot all the words and all the thoughts in the Universe.

Now I am looking into my coffee-cup and I see water, lots of water, and the destructive flood… Oh, no… I am thinking of water, I imagine water and water again… The flood, the storm? Oh, my God! Somebody stops me thinking about it, please!

But it’s late now…

And rapidly, from beyond again, from the eternity of my subliminal mind, the monstrously huge wave of destructive water floods all the vision area around me, and me.

Gosh! HEEEELP MEEE!

I’m sinking to the bottom. I am already under the thick water-cover. Everything disappears out of my eyes, out of all my vision and understanding of anything…

But in the desperate efforts to survive I manage, I try to swim out to light, on the very water surface. And so here I am – “devour” the fresh air grippingly, some sort of wind of the sea, and its life-force.

But where am I again? Factually, lost in the middle of nowhere, – right in the deepest middle of the sea-world. Or maybe ocean world. There is water all around, and only water area without any frontiers. No horizon, only water there is.

Well, in any case, I make some attempts to hold my body above the water, but actually it is trying, very uneasy. Now I am really and completely anxious about sharks – small, middle, big, or giant sharks – that eat and destroy furiously every living creature on their way.

Just a second! What is the water-thrilling point afar in there? I am afraid to even think of it. Is it… is it a fin casually, or something of that form? Oh, good God, I am scared mostly! And I am so deadly afraid to assume that this shark-fin is heading my direction, – and it’s a fresh-meat destination is me! Gosh! It grows the speed enormously… I will not rid of it surely. I cannot swim so fast, as this fin water-runs.

Oh, the bloody-blooming shark this is!

Now the only thing I am curious of – that is it a small good shark, already full of fresh sea-food and so then, consequently, satisfied with its comfortable condition in its shark-stomach, or is it a really monstrously giant shark, a hungry human-killer weirdo from an ancient epoch, when the standard shark-size was about ten or fifteen meters long and weighing more than fifty tones, and its jaws made of steel, as a minimum? No, don’t pay any attention to this. It is just my observation, curiousness. At least I have the right to imagine something scientific and interesting before I die in the mouth of this Ocean Devil.

Yes, as I may judge by its huge fin, and its growing again and again, – I now have the date with an ancient monster-shark that will kill me and my soul. And I am so deeply scared to imagine, how incredibly gluttonous it can be!

Now it is here – I even feel by my skin, as it’s coming to me. I catch some impulsion that the shark effuses from itself. I feel it on the whole water surface around me. And then the ghastly opened jaws spread its meat-bloody stink all over the air. That is horrible and disgusting. Somewhere near me I already feel by my “shell” some kind of burst of water-movement. But it has not even closed to me… Wait a… It’s here!