Dimensia

by Steven Thornton, Jr

  Chapter: Fifteen.

  After Comfort's much too brief visit, I came to the realization that I was going to have to try and live a somewhat-normal life. I enrolled in some local vocational college courses at Ozark Technical Communication College in my hometown. I also got a job working at the local cemetery as a yard-hand, which I found ironic. I also moved out of my parent's house and into my own place across town, where I was pretty comfortable.

  For months I kept up a fairly simple routine. Spending most of my downtime with my family, I didn't really care to have much of a personnel life. After all, why kid myself and try to drag others into my crazy world? I stayed in contact with Dr. Scott, talking with him on a weekly basis. He constantly quizzed me on what I thought and had seen, as well as speculations and pried for information pertaining to the Other World. I saw wormholes fairly often, but as much as I wanted to go and explore I knew deep down that I shouldn't. I mean, who knows if I went what could or might happen? Naturally Dr. Scott encouraged me to go back, but I couldn't. I wanted to see my family grow and wanted to be with and near them.

  I would go and visit my Mom who would cook dinner and ask about any and everything under the sun. I would eat, converse and then leave. I would often hang out during the day with Dallas, riding motorcycles and four wheelers while enjoying the outdoors and having fun. Amanda lived with her husband and my nephew and had another bun in the oven. Overall, I believe I was content and doing well for the first time in sometime.

  At times when sitting in class I thought to myself, 'you know, I could know for sure if I really wanted to.' And understanding the simple fact that the winners are the ones who write history (objective perspective), I tried my hardest to be content with my life, however, no matter how hard I tried to blend into society I found myself at the other end of the ball of yarn. I tired, I truly did. I just knew that there was so much left unanswered, so much left to understand. Which is why one day after a great deal of contemplation I decided to again go into a wormhole.

  I called Dr. Scott, and asked if he would fund my coma process. This took no convincing and he jumped at the opportunity. All that was left was to tell my family the truth because I felt they deserved to know.

  One evening, after calling a family meeting hosted at my Mother's house, I geared up and explained everything. I thought they would find it hard to believe, but oddly enough, they seemed to understand. I explained how I may return to another coma, but that I wouldn't feel pain or experience any lapsed time. Having Dr. Scott as a wingman helped with the explaining process. Had I been the only one, they would have committed me to a mental ward. I felt that deep down they knew something was at work here, since I hadn't aged in years and periodically knew things at places or times that I couldn't have. When all was said and done, I said my goodbyes and asked that they try to understand.

  I then walked out the front door of my Mother's house and took one last look at the street as I felt my emotions running wild. Trying to block out the image of my family standing at the window, crying, waving, and quietly pleading for me to stay with them. Something inside me pushed on, and I proceeded to walk in search of the wormhole that I had regularly seen in the past. The wormhole near my house, the wormhole from my first trip. It would appear for a short time and then vanish. I seriously hoped that this trip would be a good one, pun intended. A few minutes passed and with Dr. Scott by my side, I saw the wormhole appear.

  "It's game time," I said with a grin, extending my right arm in appreciation to shake his hand.

  I then turned and approached the sphere. Taking a deep breath I stepped inside. Returning was the familiar feeling of not having to breathe and becoming weightless as I spread out flat. Suppressing my anxiety, I became overcome with exhilaration. Beginning my journey, I moved forward to where one would assume the end would be. I looked out as far as I could see but saw no end. Picking up the pace, I leaned forward, extended my arms and kicked my legs. Gliding through the air a rush of excitement surged as my mind seemed to connect. I rolled over onto my back and gazed at the different scenes. One scene particular was a prehistoric place and time. I saw what appeared to be living and breathing dinosaurs. This fascinated me and I decided to check it out firsthand. As I slowed my speed, I had decided to take it to the next level. Feeling a surge of shock, I landed hard on the dirt ground below. I stood up, dusted myself off and gazed about. I was mesmerized by the creatures' size and brilliance; struck with disbelief. Here I was, existing in a time before known man. It was insane! It was awesome! As I looked with adoration, my mind rebelled in bewilderment. Shortly after, I decided that I would climb a tree, which it in itself was amazing. Once atop, I could see a large body of water in the distance with mountains in the background. A calm sensation overwhelmed me and I absorbed the serenity. I felt the bliss of their existence. There were no chemtrails from planes overhead and no noise from the congestion of life to which we have adapted.