The DreamCorp

Albert Alcherbad

We are «The DreamCorp»…We use the most progressive methods of ideas installation, of thoughts and emotions intrusion and brain controlling in the World.All the possible information We possess and provide is here – in the place, as We call it «The Brain-Control Centre». We provide you personal access to your personal dreams during sleeping. We form personal storylines, events, decorations, characters and scripts in your dreams for you.So have a pleasure, if you can survive inside your dream…

The DreamCorp

Albert Alcherbad

Based on true lucid dreams stories

Cover designer Albert Alcherbad

Translator Albert Alcherbad

© Albert Alcherbad, 2018

© Albert Alcherbad, cover design, 2018

© Albert Alcherbad, translation, 2018

ISBNВ 978-5-4483-2382-9

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

The DreamCorp Logo – The Brain Control Centre

Part 1

Nightmare: Outer Minded

– Enter the Panic —

The aircraft cabin (interior view).

There is nobody in here. Just me. I’m running through the rows. Apparently, we are going down, right into the nothing. I run into the cockpit – it’s empty. Now I am seeking all around the craft in search for any parachute. I need to save myself.

The only thing I want to do now – is to get out of this nightmare – to get away in the fresh air – out of this plane, as soon as possible! Damn, where’s the exit?

And only one second after that my body is already flying along the open air-space, without any air-chute at all, – and I am shity-scared.

There are some miles of vast and empty space under me. And what is in there – right in the very bottom of all of this? Well, suppose, there are lots of endless and deep waters, hard and dries territories, and other deadliest surprises for me. And right now I am falling down into the abyss.

Well, I don’t know. It’d be nice if the sort of air-balloon occurred on my hands, below my feet as good ground, or something.

HELP ME! Wow! What a weirdo? I am standing inside the big basket, and right above my head there is a massive balloon. Ooh…

That’s really nice. Okay. At least, I am safe now. The crucial thing of all is that the balloon must be really safe, without any hint on a big-boom accident.

B-B-A-ANG!

The sudden shot from nowhere, – and then the tremendous explosion everywhere. The air-balloon burst off. It is totally out of order now. What a traitor this balloon is! And I am falling down again. What am I suppose to do now? Gosh, I am dead…

Oh…

What a hell is that? Or… What a Good Lord is that?

IВ am sitting at aВ table and IВ am holding aВ cup ofВ coffee inВ my hand. It is aВ kind ofВ cafГ©, or something like that. There are tables, people and waiters on the street.

Yeah, the rich nose of coffee soaks all my body. That’s a lovely place, I guess.

But wait aВ minute! How did IВ get inВ here? InВ fact, aВ couple ofВ seconds ago my air-balloon burst off, and IВ was falling down the earth, like aВ small bird without wings, without even aВ license toВ fly, without finishing aВ special heading per bird-flying volpique.

I could not make a mistake in my suggestion. And what is that, finally? Am I going crazy? Am I a time-traveler? Or, maybe, a space-traveler? I really don’t know.

Is it aВ small nice bird that has just already landed on my table? So it must be like that. Well IВ thought about aВ bird afterВ all.

Oh. She probably decided to drink some morning coffee with me. That’s odd. That’s really quite strange. Even more, than strange. This bird makes me associate her with a charming girl, an elve-type girl, who runs somewhere all the time, hurries up, but however she is able to cast a glance on me, which expresses a bit shade of interest. The sexual interest.

And then, due toВ some magic or sorcery even, this sexy baby, who has just appeared inВ my mind, comes toВ me and sits down at my table.

And we are chatting with her now. It is just aВ nice talk, or even aВ flirt. IВ hope so it is. Sh