Reflections..., and it is based on the word prompt 'SHADOW'.
Before going to bed, Silvian checked if the phone had signal in his bedroom.
He had experimented a method of covering the WiFi modem with aluminum
foil from cake trays. Surprisingly, since practicing this tactic, he not only slept
more peacefully, but dreamed differently. The actions from dreams seemed to
connect more coherently. He was amazed of the effect and could hardly wait
for night to come and dream…
… He was sitting on a translucent chair, in a fairly comfortable position.
A transparent sphere began to form around him, filled with a kind of golden
steam that could be breathed normally. He didn't feel anything special.
All around it was a compact silence and many shadows moving outside the
sphere in a strange game, like the play of shadows on the asphalt when the wind caresses the leaves of the trees. He did not understand what was beyond
the sphere or what was happening with him and especially where was he!
Suddenly he felt that the chair he was sitting on, began to lose its consistency.
He got up on time, before its complete disappearance.
The same thing happened with the sphere. He stood up. It was like he was
in a kind of animation: the sky above, the earth beneath his soles and he
alone between the two spaces.
He tried to move, but he failed. He became part of a kind of a rope, which
seemed to have grounded him and which, clasping his hands, snaked
upwards without being able to see the end.
When the string began to vibrate, Silvian awoke.
Inainte de culcare, Silvian verifica daca telefonul avea semnal in dormitor. Experimentase
o metoda de acoperire a modemului Wi-Fi, cu folia de aluminiu de la tavile de prajituri.
Surprinzator, de cand practica aceasta tactica, nu numai ca dormea mai linistit, dar visa si
altfel. Actiunile din vise parca se legau mai coeerent. Era uimit de efect si de abia astepta
sa vina noaptea si sa viseze…
…Statea pe un scaun translucid, intr-o pozitie destul de comoda. In jurul sau incepu sa se
formeze o sfera transparenta, plina cu un fel de abur auriu, ce putea fi respirat normal.
Nu simtea nimic deosebit. In jur era doar o tacere compacta si multe umbre care se miscau
in exteriorul sferei, intr-un joc ciudat. Ca jocurile de umbre pe asfalt, cand vantul mangaie
frunzele copacilor. Nu intelegea ce era dincolo de sfera si nici ce se intampla cu el si mai
ales unde era! Brusc, simti ca scaunul pe care statea incepu sa-si piarda din consistenta.
Se ridica la timp, inainte ca sa dispara cu totul. La fel se intampla si cu sfera. Ramase in
picioare. Parca era intr-un fel de animatie: deasupra cerul, sub talpi pamantul si el intre
cele doua spatii, singur. Incerca sa se miste, dar nu mai reusi. Devenise parte dintr-un fel
de coarda, ce parca il impamantase si care, cuprinzandu-i mainile, serpuia in sus, fara
ai putea vedea capatul.
Cand coarda incepu sa vibreze, Silvian se trezi.