A Salutary Message

I had a long dream last night (7th November 22). It was an entire sci-fi story. Here are the notes I made in the middle of the night.

3 officers (2 men and 1 woman) and a dog, occupy the space craft and two dome huts they have built on a foreign planet. Quite similar to Earth – green grass and trees, blue sky. After months, another craft arrives, with a single officer aboard. They get on fine. He has an affinity with the dog.

The woman decides to take a flight into space. The others are concerned, as she is the pilot and they think she has abandoned them.

At one point they are all in Space on a large circular station orbiting. It turns and they are close to the Sun. About to fall into it. ‘Don’t worry,’ says the woman and spins the huge station with a push of her finger.

The entire company fly back to Earth, landing in Venezuela. The landing platform opens and down the ramp walk the 3 original crew, a dog and a chimpanzee!

Venezuela seems to be in the midst of a revolution – they decide to leave – all 5 of them. Another officer flies off to excavate somewhere.

They land some way away and looking out of the front window, grains of soil begin to slide down it. They realise they are being buried by the cascading earth. ‘Lets go back to the huts.’ says the woman, but they realise the doors are already covered and will not open.

The chimpanzee goes to the rear of the craft and peers out of the window there. Light shines through it. ‘Maybe we can attract their attention.’ he says. A shadow falls across the rear window. ‘Blown it.’ he says.

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As I lay down thoughts ran through my head following the dream. I sat up again and wrote the following.

When we have finally fished the seas dry of fish we will have to explain to our children that we used to share the planet with fish. Except they lived in the sea.

We can make plastic mechanical models that resemble fish and move in the water.

We can explain they didn’t have lungs but gills, and as the water passed across the gills oxygen was exchanged.

But we will never be able to describe the essential ‘fishiness’ of them. How they laughed and played in great shoals, and roamed the seas from the frozen North to the South pole where once there was ice.

Then we will have to explain ice and snow, and cold invigorating breezes, and frosty mornings, and mist clinging in the valleys…

Author: Keith Armstrong

Dance teacher, writer, film-maker, educationalist, enthusiast.

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