A Compilation of Dreams

By T. Franklin Clark

This book, A Compilation of Dreams, was written over several years. The author has always had vivid dreams and since very early on began writing them down on a legal pad next to his bed to record, remember, and analyze them later. This book is a collection of some of those recorded works.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503532090

T. Franklin Clark

The author was born Timothy Franklin Clark in Waco, Texas. He lived most of his life in Texas until the Great Northwest called him to Washington State where he lives with his wife. Tim has always had vivid dreams and commonly tells people that he “dreams in Technicolor.” While scientists tell us that we all dream in black and white, Tim’s dreams are in full living color, and his unique prose allows him to describe those dreams in great detail.

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Copyright © 2015 by T. Franklin Clark.

Library of Congress Control Number:      2015900164

ISBN:                  Hardcover                     978-1-5035-3207-6

                            Softcover                       978-1-5035-3208-3

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Contents

Preface

The Society

Alien Train

Tsunami Dream

Bugs from Space

Apocalypto

Aliens from Harmon

When Aliens Attack

Freakish

Preface

Back in high school, I came to realize that I could recount my dreams much better than my friends could. Not only could I remember them; I could write them down in great detail. Much to my surprise, many of my friends couldn’t remember dreaming at all, and they greatly enjoyed my stories. One story I remember writing was very sexual in nature and was not intended to be read but was snatched from me on the bus and earned me great ridicule. In a small country school, it was not received well. The people there did not realize that there are all kinds of writers and written works. All of my early works were lost either from moving or from a house fire that happened my junior year. Since then, I have been recording my dreams on a tablet near my bed, gathering stories, mostly for introspection and dream analysis. I’ve chosen the best ones and put them together into this, A Compilation of Dreams. Enjoy!

—T. Franklin Clark

The Society

To whoever may find this writing: I hope it helps you in your decision. I myself am confused and disoriented, and at this time I don’t know which path I’ll choose. As an act of desperation, I am leaving this manuscript for whoever may find it in hopes that you may be smarter than I am and have the strength to do the right thing, if you can figure out what that is. I have pondered long and hard how to solve my predicament, and as dim as either prospect may seem, I have discerned two and only two choices to pick from.

Following is my situation and a brief description of the last few days. I have no doubt that if you are reading this, one of two things has happened. Either you, like me, have become disillusioned with life at its base level, or what we call society has completely fallen apart, and something has gone wrong with our system. If the latter has occurred, you may find yourself with many more choices than I. As it stands, society runs on without me. I call it society for lack of a better term. We fit like jigsaw pieces into this system to which we have grown accustomed. What I mean to say is that I currently live outside society. I really don’t understand it myself.

You see, I was a member of society just a few days ago. It seems like years. I have come to realize a lot lately, and not all of it is good. I am overwrought with mixed emotions over my ordeal. Before this, I worked at my job like everyone else, and I enjoyed recreation like everyone else, but something went wrong. If in your case the system has fallen apart and the fabric of society has unwoven, I will also include some notes on how everything functions in case you wish to repair it and put society back on track. Please consider this as one of your options, as crazy as it may sound to you now. Society isn’t so bad after all. You see, before I left, I pulled some strings, said some radical things, did some unbelievable stunts, and asked too many questions. By doing so, I may have unwittingly destroyed our future, whatever that may be. All of this, I did most innocently. It was part of my coming out, my awareness, my birth from society’s loins, so to speak. As I write this, I see that it is becoming more and more difficult to explain.

I don’t know how simple or complex to make this. I don’t know your level of understanding or even whether I’m making myself understood at all. I myself am confused about it all, but I hope to help you somehow, some way. I don’t know if in your time, I will go down in history as a great destroyer or a savior. In my time, the present, it is difficult to see a future at all. In the next few days, many things could happen, if they haven’t already, but then again, they may not happen at all.

I was a happy young man; that is to say I led a fulfilled life. All people here are fulfilled and feel contentment in their lives. You see, we all work and enjoy our work. We all play and enjoy our play. And we all have sex and enjoy our sex. By this we are all fulfilled. We came up from a terrible world where disease and poverty ruled, and people were slaves to their needs, but society has come a long way since then, far beyond our wildest dreams. There is no more disease—science has taken care of that—and once disease was removed, our own physical antibody defense systems grew to handle any minor difficulties. There is no more hunger; a single pill performs all that food used to. Dental decay no longer exists since we no longer chew or subject our teeth to sweets. There is no more poverty since the discovery of the food tablet and the loss of hunger.

After people no longer needed money for food, a great burden was lifted from the shoulders of man. Now technology played a major role here because people still had bills for clothing and utilities, and there were some jobs that still needed to be performed. Some people chose to work, but most did very little, and what they did do, they didn’t do well. Eventually, even the simplest task became a drudgery that no one wanted to do. In stepped computers and robots to save the day. These mysterious marvels began taking over our menial tasks. Our sewing, our utility production, all our machines began to maintain themselves and each other and slowly began to ease humans out of the workforce altogether.

Shortly after the robotic revolution, people in general began to feel a lack of fulfillment. The robots, with their growing sense of awareness and deeply ingrained sense of servitude, began to actually care about the well-being and feelings of humankind. People still took government jobs and made decisions. Some still made movies and entertainment of various kinds. Even sex evolved and changed as robots began to develop test-tube babies and genetic engineering. A large population of people who didn’t need to work became unnecessary and cumbersome. It was actually the robot chemists in control of our food production who came up with the cure. They invented the fulfillment pill. They found that if people were given work, entertainment, sex, and a fulfillment drug, they genuinely felt fulfilled, as if they had actually accomplished something,