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All this and More

Updated on September 28, 2016
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He is a former journalist who has worked on various community and college publications.

"...he reached the top of a thundercloud and peered at the lone, winding road below him."
"...he reached the top of a thundercloud and peered at the lone, winding road below him." | Source

Part I

Charles Springer whooped and hollered with a reckless abandonment as he played in the clouds. The freedom of flight was like no other experience he'd ever had. That is until he reached the top of a thundercloud and peered at the lone, winding gold-plated road below him.

To his delight, a Ferrari was peeling rubber on the straightaways.

"Who could ask for more," he said before he pounced onto the cherry-red machine.

Charles landed in the driver's seat. He didn't give much thought about the driver who seemingly vanished before he landed in the car. Then again, it didn't matter. This was his world and he was the rightful owner of everything. That included the hot blond in the passenger seat.

"Life is good, dear. All this and more for you and me."

The lady leaned over, ready to put her stamp of approval on him with her thick ruby-red lips.

Then, she spoke…in a man’s voice: "Charles? Charles Springer?"

Charles turned to her. A look of confusion , anger, and fear flashed across his face.

Before Charles comprehended this sudden change, he blanked out.

“Clean as a whistle,” the technician said after checking the connections. “Still running fine.”

"Charles landed in the driver's seat. He didn't give much thought about the driver who seemingly vanished before he landed in the car. Then again, it didn't matter. This was his world and he was the rightful owner of everything."
"Charles landed in the driver's seat. He didn't give much thought about the driver who seemingly vanished before he landed in the car. Then again, it didn't matter. This was his world and he was the rightful owner of everything." | Source

Part II

"Charles?" the worried orderly asked again. He stood near a shriveled up, comatose patient with tubes and wires sprouting from his body and head.

“Why bother?" a technician replied as he unhooked the wires from Charles’ head.

It was connected to a device called the Dream-maker 3000. It was meant to keep the brain alive and alleviate those in a vegetated state by manipulating their dreams. It was used with other life-support machines which kept the body alive.

"Poor sap." the orderly answered.

"Yeah,” technician replied as he checked the system. “Keeps you alive, but at what price? Can’t move, can’t eat on your own. Can’t live on your own. And every three months we have to unplug him from it, just to make sure all is fine. That’s no way to live.”

“Clean as a whistle,” the technician said after checking the connections. “Still running fine.”

He hooked the wires back up and hit the switch on the Dream-maker.

Part III

Charles returned his gaze to the blond.

"You're so hot," she said in a very feminine -- and very seductive -- voice.

There was a moment of disorientation. He wondered if he black out for a moment. The moment of hesitation dissipated quickly as he gazed upon his passenger. No need to worry, he felt. It was of no real concern. Life is good, he thought. Life is good.

He peered ahead of him to see his castle looming in the distance. His smile widened.

"You know," he said to his blond passenger. " It doesn't get any better than this."

She flashed an alluring smile. Charles' heart raced as his mind affirmed the real possibility that things were really going to get better once he reached the castle.

"Oh yeah," he murmured. "I have all this and more. What else can a guy like me ask for?"

He put the pedal of the cherry red Ferrari all the way down to the metal, and propelled the car down the golden highway toward his castle.


"It was connected to a device called the Dream-maker 3000. It was meant to keep the brain alive and alleviate those in a vegetated state by manipulating their dreams."
"It was connected to a device called the Dream-maker 3000. It was meant to keep the brain alive and alleviate those in a vegetated state by manipulating their dreams." | Source

Manipulation through Dreams

Things are not what they seem. This is a common theme that runs through many stories -- including this one. This story is about a man on life-support and a radical machine that transplants dreams in order to give the impression to the patient that all is well.

In many respects this notion can be echoed in several modern movies such as The Matrix Trilogy. This story, however, plays with the idea of having a system that not only keeps a comatose person alive. It tries to create a reality for the patient in which they are living imagined life.

Will such a thing as Dream Maker-3000 ever exist? In the immediate future, the answer will be no. Is it possible for the future? I may be possible. That will depend on our knowledge of and ethics when dealing with such things.

© 2014 Dean Traylor

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