Dreamsphere (Return to the Chaos)

I am sitting in a sandy swamp area with another man. He is a colleague of mine and we are in silent contemplation. A horrible incident occurred here a short while ago in which two small children were devoured by thousands of rats. The area has since dried up, rendering the landscape quite eerie. We turn to see a woman to our side. She looks at us and her heart drops, only now does she realise that what took place did so in the very place she sat. “I thought this would just be a quiet place to relax” she says apologetically. We both shake our heads, and I offer to walk the girl back. We cross the sandy dunes of the dried up swamp and I can sense the girl scanning the area and envisaging in her mind the events that transpired. She tells me she wants to walk faster. Eventually we get to a jeep. I ask if it’s hers and she answers yes. I climb in and we drive off. The girl is obviously quite shaken by the history of the area, and becomes visibly upset. I try to tell her it is okay and that she came by mistake but she has become rude in her guilt. “Oh it was okay? It was okay was it??” She becomes delirious and my efforts to reassure her are hopeless. I tell her to drop me off and that I will walk back.

I get off and find myself roaming a vast dessert filled with fascinatingly shaped mountains and rocks. As I explore further I see that these formations are a complex series of geometric patterns, manifested as sets of never-ending clusters within clusters. My view of the world shifts and I see that I am actually indoors. I am a tuxedo-wearing Bryan Cranston and I am in a huge room with walls lined by hundreds of large screens, all showing the same images of the sand formations. I am the creator and controller of this incredible room, however I am currently under a great deal of stress. The android I created to act as my assistant has left me, and I find that in my anger I am quickly losing my mind. I rampage through the area, exclaiming aloud my bewilderment that anyone would want to leave. I see my former assistant through a window, and become furious when I find that he is taunting me. I soon notice something though. With each movement I make, the images on the screens distort themselves in wonderful ways. This is a new development and I consider it to be an amazing one. I run around, throwing myself left and right, watching as the sand formations on the screen spiral in response to my every move. They retract when I lean towards them, and expand when I lean back. I fling myself into the air, swing on poles and run up the spiral staircase marvelling at the greatest visual experience I have ever witnessed. Soon the screens depict a vortex of colour, pulsating and vibrant. I lie on the ground, overwhelmed.