Don t look in mirrors
Don t look in mirrors
Don t look in mirrors. The first experience
- What do you want from me? Why do you go for me to popyata, you spy when I wash and you send dreadful dreams about as if I tear apart dogs and cats on a part at night, eating their interiors? I don;t understand you. It is sure, you are very deep, mild essence, but … What do you want? – Lips were moved by itself that evening when I stayed at home one again.
Parents left for the whole month. At last I could light, sit down at the new story about Oleg and Dimetra;s adventures quietly. On the twentieth page of the thirteenth part of the Sit-round gathering the story clogged, in an empty pate there were no thoughts, four o;clock in the morning showed hours. I smoked one more cigarette, stretched having felt an ache in a numb back and decided to lie down. Light burned in the room in all lamps and I don;t remember as failed in a dream.
Gray concrete walls of the rainy city framed emptiness and silence of this strange place. I right there found a look the only inhabitant. It was it. It! That Oleg Kovalyov, which I saw him when writing stories.
- Hi, Dimeter. – Its androgenic voice expressed friendliness. – I waited for you one million years.
- Oleg? – the lips shivering with fear I whispered.
- Look, I learned! – He precisely as my hero blinked the eyes and grew stout in the most cunning smile.
- Went, - he gave a hand.
The vivacity surprised him if it is so possible to be expressed GENUINENESS. He wasn;t viscous from an ektoplazma as it happens at tactile contact with ghosts, it wasn;t cold as frozen glasses of winter trams. It was the living, real person who took me is careful by hand to show round the city. Behind an exception absence of people, except us, and electricity the city looked is realistic to it is impossible: the damp warm asphalt of the street, postrain freshness dressed in the forged fences blossoming red record players a bindweed, the blossoming roses and a huge pool. Instinctively I hung the head, to look in its water, and he drew aside me and from all force on its hypothetical reflection so that it wasn;t just painted by ripples, and razbryznutsya by the fast-evaporating drops on hot asphalt.
- Never try to look here in mirrors and other reflecting surfaces, - he strictly warned.
- Why? – I didn;t keep from a question before the opened look.
The street conducted to the wide highway, on both sides ogoorozhdenny a barbed wire, proceeding leaving also on both sides for the horizon is dazzling yellow sand instead of the earth.
- You won;t like what you will see.
- And …
- Yes. – he read my thoughts. – And you any more never here will return.
- It is your city? From a surplus of questions the head was turned (I want to ask it so much!).
- No, it is our world.
- It is real? – I was stunned to a limit.
- Only for you.
- And you are real?
- Only for you.
It was not the dream – it was something bigger, than a dream. Dreams, regardless of positivity or negativity, are identical with a strong current. Dreams as if pick up and carry away also you not in forces of nothing to control. Here I for all hundred percent realized: I sleep, in reality my body peacefully snores on a bed and in too time of the highway shrouded in sand and It.
- We possess all this world, the wonderful world?
- Yes, the Dimeter it is ours. And we can walk some here, nobody will prevent. You though run though jump though get into fountains though shout in всесь the thin children;s voice – nobody will tell anything to you against.
- And I …
- Yes, you can come here when you want, - again, having read my thoughts, it interrupted.
Having woken up I felt terrible weakness in all body, bones ached, and in hands and ногав there were no forces to move at all.
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Don t look in mirrors. The second experience
Who are you such, spontaneous effect of presence?
Technology of modeling of dreams teaches long and laborious work: you want to dream about a certain subject, a certain person, to appear in a certain place – first diligently think what you want to see before going to bed, keep it in attention focus any time and two, you look at the 100-th it will turn out, and it doesn;t exist.
- I am glad you again to welcome.
- Oleg, I …
- Be not afraid. Where-where, and here nothing threatens you. Do you want to get acquainted with inhabitants of my sea?
- Do you have the whole sea?
- Generally it same your as mine – it is ours.
- Then yes, I want, - I answered I, perceiving dream matter on a picture of objective reality.
One of sets of unfamiliar streets of the deserted city was painted by the low concrete fountain of gray color hiding a glass old-fashioned glass under bed curtains of the bubbling streams. Having taken it it departed approximately on meter.
- Only don;t look in reflection.
- Agreed.
The water poured by circular movements on asphalt laid down ideally round pool which metal the reflecting surface reminded mercury.
- Take off an undershirt, put nearby and jump on a pool.
- To remove that …
- No, any got wet dry. Things have property to return in a starting point of sending. You won;t leave – you won;t return from swimming.
Having left an undershirt asphalt I began to jump on a pool. One jump, the second, and on the third under legs didn;t remain its viscous pliable waters any more, there was no stone soil left also. The green space of the underwater kingdom an instinctive delay of breath dumbfounded search of a surface.
- Breathe, you have gills.
It didn;t make sense to look round and for it under water because the voice measured distinctness reached from my head, directly from reason depths, in dialogue intertwining with thoughts. One breath, then the second – to breathe water appeared as easy as shelling pears. Black-black, viscous-viscous, silent-silent shadows of fishes, whales, dolphins, killer whales floated through me, swam away in me and equally well came up back. Several minutes later the picture of the hospitable warm waters inhabited by shadows was wound off back as a videotape, having ended rewind by return to a mirror pool.
- Now that;s something like it.
- I knew, it will be pleasant to you. – He didn;t take eyes with me.
Spiritualized me I involved strange rustle. Deeply elderly woman went absent-mindedly sclerous gait along the motionless avenue.
- Gr-r-r-r, - he said by an inhuman voice, having forced it to disappear.
- This sound, even goosebumps.
- I her was a worm with the head and feelers of an octopus, otherwise she in a dream would choke.
- Didn;t understand, you can accept any shape?
- Only, to wake the person facing death.
It is not a dream - it is bigger a dream.
- Teach me to spill a glass of water, - I shy asked.
- Correctly I will teach to spill the portal at first you to walks on water.
Having woken up squeezed out as a lemon I found myself on a floor near a bed.
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Don t look in mirrors. The third experience
- I will come to you, it is possible? Or the infinite dreams directed to catching and eating of vagrant animals anew will force to wake up in cold sweat under a bed with tachycardia?
Without a doubt, He couldn;t know the answer to this question – it is checked by practical consideration. Four o;clock in the morning, mystical ringlets of smoke of the twentieth cigarette wound not aired room. Nicotine! Oh, how many in smoke it for the brain which isn;t sleeping merged.
Also there was a place of rest, damp gray walls supplementing warm poststorm air; also there was without uniform cloudlet a clear sky of natural color whose infinite distance fell thoughts of infinity.
- Be not afraid, they don;t bite. Here nobody and anything by definition can do you the harm, - made a crown a cloud of butterflies over his head.
I noticed it not at once, having decided to take a walk in the city.
- Beautiful.
- It is a gift of the rare guest. It laid out butterflies a tetragrammaton – the unpronounceable name – and left to me. Do you want ice cream?
- My loved, ice cream in a wafer cup! In life I didn;t eat more tasty, - on gram I didn;t lie.
Having taken by an arm he showed round the city calming the bezlyudnost, the city for two stretching to the line of the horizon streets, avenues and we stopped at the low fountain which became to trifles to acquaintances.
- Do you want focus?
- With jumps on pools?
- Not - and, better.
The ancient thick glass tumbler scattered into smithereens from strong blow about asphalt from scope then it is similar to rewind of a videotape returned on the former place without uniform scratch.
- You too so can, the girl. The lovely sleeping girl.
- Yes well.
- Look attentively at a glass, trace in the head its image up to exact quantity of sides, factory marking of a bottom on the back and listen to the loudest of voices in the head. It turned out? Now from all force break a glass and say it.
- On a point back, - I said having broken a glass and seeing as it gathers back.
- Good girl.
- It is possible, I will pour a glass?
- Now my turn to spill.
Its deep voice interrupted a sound, a sound, metal, skrezhetashchy on ears, of the heavy shadow reserving a black loop. I became angry on the shadow which interrupted our privacy a shadow – and it immediately rimed.
- Oleg, what is it?
- Hakh! You a look froze the Inspector.
- Inspector?
- Yes, you thought to materialize me, not to depart from me a step, otherwise they aren;t.
- Funny, you see all events at me in the head.
- Don;t long you so. Time will come and …
- As everything is difficult.
- Difficult, but it isn;t impossible. Will you be still frozen?
- And you?
- It only for you, - it spilled on asphalt a pool.
- Excuse.
- Do you the truth want to feed me? Truth?
- The truth-However, - jumped on a pool I.
This time mix of a grass and clover of a glade shaded a huge tree, shaded also the mirror curtained by white fabric.
- Why you so strange smile?
- Others had to be persuaded, to build the whole labyrinths of travel, and you voluntarily wish to feed. It also makes laugh.
- I will feed, only don;t talk in riddles.
- You don;t know about what you ask.
- Of course I don;t know, you don;t tell.
- Promise to look never in mirrors, - It gently touched my hair.
- But …
- And what is deadly. You bring an image of the place – I will show. It has to be or the place of a congestion of people in a trance and with obsession, or the apartment with domestic cats or aquarian small fishes. It is sure, you without the movement are ready to travel, you will fall asleep without problems so we will go there. After you will ask owners whether their small fishes strange behaved. It and to serve as understanding of an essence of mirrors. You would know as it is heavy to break and curtain them.
- It is heavier not to glance in them at least with half an eye.
- I spoke, you won;t like what was seen. Watch here what grass at us under legs. For you I grew up.
- Beautifully, - I embraced, having put the head on a shoulder.
So and to stand, eternally to stand having embraced in the middle of a summer glade, in the middle of our world.
- Very tasty, - he whispered on an ear. – Now I am full.
- Humour, strange at you.
- By no means. It to you.
He stretched the butterfly sitting on a palm who obediently flew to me.
Having woken up only I realized all sense of his words, sense that means to feed. Forces wasn;t even to move, a wadded body I didn;t obey, my room to four o;clock in the afternoon was aired, and on a chandelier the butterfly, a white butterfly sat.
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Don t look in mirrors. The fourth experience
What, excuse?
- How mother?
- Эээ, whose? – I asked, trying to understand that I do in the yard.
I didn;t remember neither as put on nor as closed a door behind itself nor as went outside. Each word through internal fog troubled; fog was so dense that I fir-trees-fir-trees recognized the neighbor – the elderly woman in a coat.
- Your mother. You as it should be? A pale face, the look which is absent and watch something as on the street it is cold, and you in one undershirt. You will catch a cold!
- The Aaa, washing … It is normal.
- Say hello to it and put on more warmly.
- Well. Yes I here … Well … I follow cigarettes.
- Well, clear.
Consciousness refused to be restored, the body was wadded, hands didn;t obey, still it was necessary to hide from them – from public eyes on the street. Though parents were for 600 kilometers from here, all the same there would be informants. One inhaling on the run, another.
"How I after all left the house? When? What for? Why didn;t throw at least with a windbreaker shoulders", - the same thoughts on the way home turned.
"Taaak, a door I locked – it is already good"
The picture in my empty apartment slightly dumbfounded: in kitchen, in the room of parents and in mine – the light was turned on everywhere, radio worked, water flew from cranes, the parental computer was switched on:
- Dimetrochka, I am hungry. Go to bed quickly. – The notebook inscription on the monitor said.
Having quickly switched off, having nervously smoked a cigarette I laid down under a blanket, thoughts, the same thoughts haunted.
- Great you about cigarettes thought up!
- Do you laugh? At me shook with fear of a knee. I stood and didn;t know what to do.
- And unless you remember nothing?
- I don;t remember that?
- Go to me, all shakes you.
- Oleg …
- The CU - with-with, calm down. – he embraced having closed hands on a waist. – My good, quietly, quietly.
- It was the sea?
- Become exactly, relax a body.
- So?
- Yes. – It arranged hands so that warm little fingers densely adjoined to my temples, thumbs to a forehead, and I felt his forefingers as if all skull.
It reminded splashes, through their stream I saw a picture from outside, saw myself going on a warm surface the sea – going on water.
- And then you stopped and asked where conducts the sea. Forgive, I so often did earlier, you shouldn;t have remembered anything.
- So where conducts the sea? – it was heated about his warm, live, asthenic body.
- In you, expensive, at the colors surrounding you, tastes, smells, vibrations, flights, landings. I got up from your bed, put on your clothes, faded laces your fingers, touched yours, your body went outside.
- So you were me?
- So occurs every night, - he embraced even more strong. – Went, we will drive?
Warm from the summer sun, comfortable from absence of any people except us, the city, fresh and damp from a recent rain, hospitably let in the underground passages conducting to raspolagayushche to the empty platforms of metro stations painted by lighting lamps, lamps of restrictive strips, hours and the timer of an interval of train service. From deep darkness of a tunnel at first the strips of headlights which were reflected in a wall, and seemed then and with anything incomparable music – the rumble of the arriving train – added a picture: neither the driver in a cabin, nor passengers except us, nor the announcement of the closed doors. We took places, he sat down at doors to put the head on the wall proceeding further a window, I nearby, the train slowly gathered speed, with even more fascinating sound braked opening doors at each deserted station.
- Great I thought up, the truth? – its voice was distributed the second stream of thoughts in the head.
- Still as!
- Don;t shout, and that you will strain a voice. You can speak with me without disconnecting lips.
"It is interesting how", - I thought.
- Quite so, - he confirmed.
- That is you hear my thoughts? – mentally I addressed.
- Not everything, only turned to me, - it got something from a pocket. – Hold, and that at me a habit to put someone else;s lighters in a pocket.
- Thanks, - I took the lighter, strong I squeezed his hand and put the head on a shoulder – his warm shoulder.
The kaleidoscope of one set of lamps in tunnels before stations was replaced by others, from time to time darkness lit up with flashing of oncoming trains, instinctively closed eyes, and having woken up in the compressed hand found that lighter.
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Don t look in mirrors. The fifth experience
- It is so much recipes?. – I noticed looking at the doctor.
- One half less usual, - she answered setting round stamp on everyone. – You make great success. Good fellow.
- Do you the truth so consider?
- Of course, - she stretched new number recipes. – Look in a window. What do you see?
The barred window of the first floor of a polyclinic office looked at the narrow street filled with from time immemorial hurrying people. Where do all of them hurry?
- I see people, - I answered. – From time immemorial hurrying people, healthy, full of strength.
- Here. Do you want to be as they? Therefore hold, - it put to me in a palm one by one recipes. – It only as a last resort if shadows come again; it in the morning and in the evening; it before going to bed; it on two tablets after a meal.
- They will come again?
I asked about nightmares, actually why I am observed at it, and, naturally, never told about It.
- No, we moved away them, worked. Others will come.
- And it will repeat? – I removed in a pocket recipes.
- Look, - it drew three lines, identical on length, on a leaflet for notes. – Here you, here your reflection, and in the middle as you think that? Darkness! Darkness is very artful, before to be displayed reflection takes place eighteen of its layers. Now you are rather healthy person – you direct the reflection, you talk to him, but it is worth tarrying, distracting slightly and reflection will already direct you, to become your movements, to order that to you and how to do. First you won;t notice it.
- And then? – I interrupted with the shivering voice.
- Without medicines darkness will absorb you completely.
- Doctor! – The office was run in by the young girl.
- Aaa, Lenochka. Minute, we already finish.
- Well, everything is clear to me, - rose and I said goodbye.
Warm sunny day didn;t let home, there was a wish to walk, listen to music intentionally slowing down on the long street conducting home. Oh, if I know about a surprise – would run home at full speed. A long queue in drugstore, at last washing, then the most tiresome expectation so far they will check recipes for authenticity, will sell the medicine which is stored probably in the safe, differently that there it is possible to check forty minutes. On attached to the back of the handle of an entrance door to an adhesive strip from a pack of cigarettes having convinced that to the apartment nobody came into my absence, I locked a door, switched on light, was undressed, came into the room. On the keyboard the fresh live red rose lay. As it smells. Mm …
Why I didn;t notice the wooden swing with the peeled-off paint allocated against the background of the playground at the end of the street earlier? And it is nowhere. Where It?
Oh that it there? - the thought rushed. – Same my notebook, a new notebook for verses.
Precisely remembering as bought it the day before yesterday I opened and didn;t believe, literally didn;t believe eyes. It all is used up to a cover! My handwriting! The ideas, sketches – all in the form of the finished poems, my style, my experiments, a habit to put date at the end. I precisely remember, September now, and the last poem is dated January of the next year.
- Ku-ku! – He closed my eyes warm, slightly moist fingers. – The good fellow, that I told nothing about me!
- Oleg... Your rose … It is impossible to believe eyes …
- I knew, - he embraced. – You see how it is important – not to watch it in mirrors, - you managed to bring verses.
- And?.
- It is the big sign. Perhaps … I at last … - It embraced more strong, even more strong.
- Will you expect me there, in reality instead of a flower?
- Eh … - he sadly looked down. – Unless you are sure that you sleep now? Unless you are sure that all that is a reality?
- No. If it is a reality that Bol I don;t wish to fall asleep; if a dream – I don;t wish to wake up, Darling.
- A dimeter, nevertheless it is necessary, otherwise for whom I sea salt in the bathroom wrote the most important word?
It thawed! It thawed, these walls, silent walls again …
In all bottom of a bathtub sea salt, green from essential oil of an eucalyptus, exactly removed the letters T R A N C E.
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Don t look in mirrors. The sixth experience
- To ask or not to ask? – I thought and I decided. – The doctor, it is possible one question?
- Of course.
- The matter is that one my friend dreams strange, very beautiful person. Dreams are very realistic, he walks with her, talks then she wakes up completely exhausted. What do you think of it?
- Your girlfriend in big danger, - the doctor pricked up the ears. – Take it to me. The matter is that it is similar to share a room. There, the set of the entities, like parasites which are eager to be installed and drink energy lives in darkness.
- And what, independently to remove it how it is impossible?
- It is extremely dangerous.
- Why?
- I had in practice one case.
- Tell.
- Still long ago, in Soviet period, to me the patient came with complaints to the general weakness, nightmares. She complained of the same dream. As if she walks on the deserted village of the childhood with the beautiful young man, every day it thawed literally in the eyes. From her stories it was succeeded to find out that this essence – the night guest – showed only that it wanted to see and said only what it wanted to hear, I looked as the man of her dream, I was afraid of mirrors.
- And what with it became? – unexpectedly I drew a parallel with own dreams.
- She after the long sessions of hypnosis learned to operate partially dreams, deception enticed essence to a mirror then her mind grew dull.
- It is interesting what it she saw there?.
- Do you want to learn my opinion?
- Aha, - I nodded.
- Of course nobody knows it, but … I consider, these entities – guests – only therefore forbid to watch in mirrors that they are actually extremely awful and them can kill, expel their own reflections from a body.
- Here you, Dimeter. Probably you decided to drag me to a mirror?
- Wait, you see everything that happens to me?
- Yes.
- Went, - I took him by hand and brought to the curtained mirror near a tree.
- It isn;t necessary. You aren;t ready yet.
- Nonsense. Now I will pull off a cover about a mirror and everything at last will become clear.
- The billeting, - started back it. – There will be no me – others will come. Melancholy, despondency, cry at the nights without a break – the majority of the leading windows in you are wide open. Don;t do it. Your field already leaves in anywhere, I only drink the 100-th trifle.
- No! – I was ready to bare a mirror.
- I adore you. Don;t do it. – It stopped my hand. – Do you want, you will wake up full of strength today, Darling?
- What?.
- I adore you, Dimetrochka, - he embraced.
In its embraces there was a wish to remain eternally, in its warm caring hands force, beauty proceeding the warm, summer, deserted city was felt. The silence, the soft calming silence were interrupted only зовн, by an almost inaudible thin, almost inaudible rumble of wind in ears.
- Do you hear?
- Wind?
- Yes. It means, the DOOR opened. Undress.
- How? Naked?
- Yes. Don;t hesitate, I one thousand times saw you naked.
Having appeared before it without clothes I habitually stepped in the poured water, having felt its comfortable warmly bare feet, closed eyes and jumped.
The corpse of the young man lay in the unfamiliar apartment on a floor in an unnatural pose, and over it was groundless, gradually moving away to a ceiling a sphere, absolutely white, similar to cotton candy. Oleg very carefully caught him hands and like the same cotton candy, holding with the left hand, right carefully pinched off a piece, chewed and swallowed.
- Try, it is very tasty, - stretched the next piece it.
Together with taste, sweet, but not luscious taste, covered me with a wave: images, symbols, scraps of memoirs of someone;s childhood overflowed completely as in slow-motion shot and disappeared when I swallowed the most tasty delicacy.
- What did you see?
- His childhood.
- I congratulate, you got its tidbit, - he ate up, pinching the remains of this strange cotton candy from hands.
I woke up, as well as Oleg, in high spirits, full of strength and the ideas promised.
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Don t look in mirrors. Edge of miracles
- Whose today turn to spill? – suddenly the question escaped at me.
- Washing, - quietly and measuredly he answered, having significantly added – Only …
- Just?.
- There, where we will go … This special place … Promise me two things...
- Well, - I easil
- Whose today turn to spill? – suddenly the question escaped at me.
- Washing, - quietly and measuredly he answered, having significantly added – Only …
- Just?.
- There, where we will go … This special place … Promise me two things...
- Well, - I easily agreed.
- The first. Never and under no circumstances release my hand. The second. Don;t listen, don;t trust and under no circumstances don;t follow entities whatever they "benevolent" seemed to you. – Already I spilled a glass it.
- Well, - I agreed again, on a habit leaving an undershirt near a huge pool. – It can be dangerous?
- Yes. But at the correct actions at us it will turn out to catch two-three of very appetizing fields.
Having very firmly squeezed his hand this time I didn;t close eyes – the curiosity got the best of fear. First transparent waves completely absorbed me and the picture immediately was replaced, changing over and over again as at already familiar rewind of a videotape forward. Videla I the rusted fencing with an inscription that the entrance is prohibited, behind it the old, decayed, abandoned building on height eleven floors with long corridors, the obpsharpanny and ornamented walls. The improvised rewind stopped near the wall revetted with a white rectangular tile.
"This hospital – the edge of miracles, came into it and there disappeared!!!" - red letters of an inscription, and lower said in black color:
"It precisely".
The first time goosebumps of fear ran on a back when I noticed the shadows sliding on walls, and except us there was nobody. The second time when from that long corridors of steel empty by sight reaches sounds: steps, rustles, gnashes, shouts, groans, entreaties about the help, monotonous ritual mantras, an echo of the stray dogs whining before death.
- Where we, Oleg? – I whispered for fear.
- Be afraid of nothing. Dee, - it pulled me for itself(himself).
Several minutes later from depth of one of corridors the inhuman voice which isn;t expressing what metal intonations was distributed:
- Mister, at me didn;t leave to hold him. – Immediately in air the anthropomorphous figure of speaking was also slowly shown.
It I was translucent almost through from falling through the glasses of a moonlight which are used up by mysterious runes, stanovyashchy gray passing through his intangible body. Standing at edge of an impressive hole in a floor it slowly receded back, leaving viscous gray marks.
- How could you miss the fresh field? – mixing a regret with rage Oleg approached this being shivering with fear – by sight a hybrid of the person and a shadow. – On your favor I and my companion we will remain hungry …
- But, Mister …
- On knees! – contemptuously Oleg threatened it with a finger, literally stepping on air on the place of a hole in a floor.
Meanwhile the being obediently kneeled.
- Never miss my production, - it spread slender long fingers on the head of a being, slowly, a finger behind a finger getting into a cranium. Contents in his right hand almost completely reminded a human brain except for unnatural dullness and unstable jellylike consistence. Having thrown back the head back it sent jelly to a mouth: cerebellum, occipital beats, temporal, parietal, frontal. Was possible even to consider the subcrustal structures of a brain eaten by it.
Not in forces to observe further I closed eyes, closed ears from heart-breaking mix of inhuman shout with a metal gnash. And everything abated, the shrouding waves of warm air installed in me tranquility, and its voice – confidence.
- Sorry, you shouldn;t have done it at you. Simply … Each slave without due chronic punishment begins to think himself the owner.
- What, don;t apologize. – Oh, what was delightful – to nestle on his strong, inspiring protection and confidence body.
- Now the whole week of Hunger … - there were we along streets, narrow and cozy from absolute lifelessness.
- About! Look, sea foam frames the gulf …
- Beautifully, Dee. I wasn;t here earlier.
- Хм, - I was afraid to seem silly. – And it seemed to me, you here already know each grain of sand.
- Did you so understand nothing?!
- Didn;t understand that?
- These empty houses, streets, the seas, oceans, trees, footpaths, a breeze, foam, the sky, walls, a voice, sensual pleasure – all this prison, infinite prison, endlessly and there won;t be enough edge which to bypass and billions of years also I in it the prisoner.
- Prison? – it is dumbfounded I asked again having stopped. – But from here to leave. That is there is no wish to wake up. Here it is fine.
- Do you know what only similarity at me to people? You are people – you live in prison of reality: one it is pleasant, another isn;t present, but none of you plainly can come to light, break open a door. When I asked it about a body, about own mortal physical and surely male body, being in which I would play in a sandbox being a little boy, would experience joy of an infancy, childhood, growing and withering.
I would consider the growing old body, the wrinkles over the years appearing, a gray hair in a mirror and eventually would experience all charm of dying: as the rhythm of my heart as in vessels the tone falls slows down, and later under sounds of funeral orchestra the horse dragging the cart loaded with my open coffin would stop near a freshly exposed grave – a long-awaited feast for the colonies of worms living in its subsoil, only and the boards of my coffin waiting for rotting to leave only bones the storing my genetic code, my own genetic code. The father only laughed to my desire to find a mortal body and as a sign of falsehood of an enlightenment ground here. Only some sleeping as Conductors in a material world occasionally can pull out me for a while from here …
I woke up, hid a face in a pillow and began to cry.
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y agreed.
- The first. Never and under no circumstances release my hand. The second. Don;t listen, don;t trust and under no circumstances don;t follow entities whatever they "benevolent" seemed to you. – Already I spilled a glass it.
- Well, - I agreed again, on a habit leaving an undershirt near a huge pool. – It can be dangerous?
- Yes. But at the correct actions at us it will turn out to catch two-three of very appetizing fields.
Having very firmly squeezed his hand this time I didn;t close eyes – the curiosity got the best of fear. First transparent waves completely absorbed me and the picture immediately was replaced, changing over and over again as at already familiar rewind of a videotape forward. Videla I the rusted fencing with an inscription that the entrance is prohibited, behind it the old, decayed, abandoned building on height eleven floors with long corridors, the obpsharpanny and ornamented walls. The improvised rewind stopped near the wall revetted with a white rectangular tile.
"This hospital – the edge of miracles, came into it and there disappeared!!!" - red letters of an inscription, and lower said in black color:
"It precisely".
The first time goosebumps of fear ran on a back when I noticed the shadows sliding on walls, and except us there was nobody. The second time when from that long corridors of steel empty by sight reaches sounds: steps, rustles, gnashes, shouts, groans, entreaties about the help, monotonous ritual mantras, an echo of the stray dogs whining before death.
- Where we, Oleg? – I whispered for fear.
- Be afraid of nothing. Dee, - it pulled me for itself(himself).
Several minutes later from depth of one of corridors the inhuman voice which isn;t expressing what metal intonations was distributed:
- Mister, at me didn;t leave to hold him. – Immediately in air the anthropomorphous figure of speaking was also slowly shown.
It I was translucent almost through from falling through the glasses of a moonlight which are used up by mysterious runes, stanovyashchy gray passing through his intangible body. Standing at edge of an impressive hole in a floor it slowly receded back, leaving viscous gray marks.
- How could you miss the fresh field? – mixing a regret with rage Oleg approached this being shivering with fear – by sight a hybrid of the person and a shadow. – On your favor I and my companion we will remain hungry …
- But, Mister …
- On knees! – contemptuously Oleg threatened it with a finger, literally stepping on air on the place of a hole in a floor.
Meanwhile the being obediently kneeled.
- Never miss my production, - it spread slender long fingers on the head of a being, slowly, a finger behind a finger getting into a cranium. Contents in his right hand almost completely reminded a human brain except for unnatural dullness and unstable jellylike consistence. Having thrown back the head back it sent jelly to a mouth: cerebellum, occipital beats, temporal, parietal, frontal. Was possible even to consider the subcrustal structures of a brain eaten by it.
Not in forces to observe further I closed eyes, closed ears from heart-breaking mix of inhuman shout with a metal gnash. And everything abated, the shrouding waves of warm air installed in me tranquility, and its voice – confidence.
- Sorry, you shouldn;t have done it at you. Simply … Each slave without due chronic punishment begins to think himself the owner.
- What, don;t apologize. – Oh, what was delightful – to nestle on his strong, inspiring protection and confidence body.
- Now the whole week of Hunger … - there were we along streets, narrow and cozy from absolute lifelessness.
- About! Look, sea foam frames the gulf …
- Beautifully, Dee. I wasn;t here earlier.
- Хм, - I was afraid to seem silly. – And it seemed to me, you here already know each grain of sand.
- Did you so understand nothing?!
- Didn;t understand that?
- These empty houses, streets, the seas, oceans, trees, footpaths, a breeze, foam, the sky, walls, a voice, sensual pleasure – all this prison, infinite prison, endlessly and there won;t be enough edge which to bypass and billions of years also I in it the prisoner.
- Prison? – it is dumbfounded I asked again having stopped. – But from here to leave. That is there is no wish to wake up. Here it is fine.
- Do you know what only similarity at me to people? You are people – you live in prison of reality: one it is pleasant, another isn;t present, but none of you plainly can come to light, break open a door. When I asked it about a body, about own mortal physical and surely male body, being in which I would play in a sandbox being a little boy, would experience joy of an infancy, childhood, growing and withering.
I would consider the growing old body, the wrinkles over the years appearing, a gray hair in a mirror and eventually would experience all charm of dying: as the rhythm of my heart as in vessels the tone falls slows down, and later under sounds of funeral orchestra the horse dragging the cart loaded with my open coffin would stop near a freshly exposed grave – a long-awaited feast for the colonies of worms living in its subsoil, only and the boards of my coffin waiting for rotting to leave only bones the storing my genetic code, my own genetic code. The father only laughed to my desire to find a mortal body and as a sign of falsehood of an enlightenment ground here. Only some sleeping as Conductors in a material world occasionally can pull out me for a while from here …
I woke up, hid a face in a pillow and began to cry.
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Don t look in mirrors. Immersion to the pool
"A trance and Obsession – the diagnosis of F44.3 on MKB-10.
Frustration at which there is a temporary loss of both feeling of personal identity, and full understanding surrounding. In certain cases separate acts are operated by other personality, spirit, the deity or "force". The attention and understanding can be limited or focused on one-two aspects from a direct environment and the limited, but repeating set of movements, rods and statements is often observed. Here only those trances which are involuntary or undesirable have to join and complicate daily activity because arise or remain also outside acceptable situations religious or other kulturalno", - rushed in the head Dimeters quicker than the coming water whose blue ripples even before contact enveloped some strange and inexplicable power, is associative mysterious fog of a mental attraction.
– You look bad, Dee, – having critically examined from legs to the head Oleg slowly floated on dense air of badly lit elevator shaft up.
– Yes, happened, and better.
– All this from the fact that you so long to me didn;t come. I spoke, you can come when you want, here or in any other point isn;t dependent on space-time stereotypes.
– And where the mine conducts? – the bulbs which were reflected in her eyes, appear, were the only objects of a material world if to consider the fact that actually there is no elevator in the mine and never was.
– In eternity, he settled more conveniently in air.
– It is interesting what is eternity …
– Something pleasantly and never coming to an end. Eternity, eternal life as an immortality synonym through infinitely pleasant repetition of the same day which is most remembered and having the greatest value in relation to lived.
– And if that significant day is not in current, and in one of antecedents, then how I can repeat it directly here?
– All lives are interconnected and there is no difference in what of them are.
Nevertheless in the mine it was a little strange to endure himself and the absent elevator, both the passenger, and the dispatcher on that side of the loudspeaker.
– To me it was never warm as here.
– О, it was necessary to come more often.
– One of my clients just asks about it practically on each consultation.
– And you come together, the mine very long, sometimes, apparently, it will never end.
– But me is more comfortable with you together.
– To admit, and me too.
Having opened eyes under Dimeter water for a long time I couldn;t forget Oleg;s words about eternity and its role in relation to fugacity of the current life.
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Don t look in mirrors. Ocean riddle
The termination of a nightmare which content wasn;t remembered the Dimeter after awakening without ten five in the morning left not pleasant dryness in a mouth, the insuperable feeling of thirst which forced it wearily and slowly to pull down the sleepy body from a bed. Early morning cold like snakes wound her body, Dee always went to bed bared as it aggravated feelings, led to understanding of dreams and their transformation in prophetical, to development of the hidden opportunities of the personality, to what Kant called transcendental unity of an appertseption. During wakefulness (an empirical appertseption, empirical consciousness) the reason and only an initial appertseption don;t allow to clean blinders of subjectively perceived reality (subjective reality) properly (pure consciousness, a dream, an expanded state consciousness) allows to perceive reality objectively, to open eyes towards to objective reality.
The feeling of thirst brought to the Dimeter on kitchen. Having darted a glance at the dawn sky which slightly painted a huge window it, having enough wakened by then, I filled a glass with water and as soon as took it in a hand of force left it, fingers became wadded as at a rag doll and that hour it unclenched them. The glass as though in the slowed-down video filming slou-mo began to fall on a cold milky-white tile. When falling splashes of water mixed up with the small ringing splinters and the total absence of any foreign sounds and smells was the strangest that night. It was similar to aircraft when the fighter breaks a supersonic barrier at which a sound its engine it becomes heard after considerable removal of the aircraft that oddly happened also to a sound of a fragile glass.
Echo from fragile glasses, having sharply struck hearing, quickly took control of a body Dimeters to such an extent that at it potem6nelo in eyes from this painful sound, to such an extent that she blinked and only after that the sound stopped. Having opened eyes, she looked round. Huge panoramic windows opened really fantastic view of the unfamiliar night city: yellowish light in windows of skyscrapers burned is non-uniform and pulsed, cars, microscopic at a view from the window, moved very quickly, slowed down speed, all together as if on pressing of the Pause button stopped and the same happened to clouds, hardly noticeable in the night sky.
The echo reminding more a gale-force wind came from the neighboring room. Having torn off a look from an urban view, the Dimeter turned the head in that party from where there was a sound, in passing studying the room: shooters of round vintage hours with convex glass moved forward, back and were fixed on the white dial in the middle of a black triangle without figures. Requisitions the held-down fear of stay in absolutely unfamiliar place followed by the nasty chill beginning from contact of bare feet with a cold tile on a floor with the alternating black-and-white color and according to run on a back she took at first one step towards a sound, then another then the sound became more distinct – a sound of the flowing water.
Having been distracted by the slightly opened box of a dresser from which the Bible was seen. Having opened it and having been surprised to the fact that all pages were absolutely empty, white, without a uniform word on them the printed Dimeter passed to the bathroom.
— Well and where your girlfriend vanishes? I can;t hold so much the portal opened — the man of average years, a thin constitution sitting on a toilet bowl cover dressed in dark blue jeans, a black polo-neck was indignant. His eyes were hidden under sunglasses with yellow lenses.
— Here it! — Oleg turned the head to the Dimeter aside sitting on the edge of the bathroom and drove a forefinger in the direction counterclockwise on water in almost full bathroom. Patches of light from the lighting falling on water were reflected in a mirror ceiling that frightened to the Dimeter much more stranger when it approached closer to greet and embrace Oleg.
In the bathroom in the provision of full drowning with open eyes there was a naked boy of years of seven-eight, at the same time in reflection on a ceiling of his eye were closed also the motionless grass which is almost exhaling spicy aroma in the bathroom reminding whether seaweed whether spices, wasn;t reflected in a ceiling at all.
— Be not afraid, Dee, I am with you — having embraced Oleg calmed.
— I since the childhood was afraid of corpses, especially if they nurseries — I spoke fir-trees the Dimeter.
— Well you, are not a corpse at all! On the astral plan there is no death — the stranger calmed. — It is the portal, the astral copy of the boy Kolenki who now peacefully sleeps, being in your false world.
— The portal for what? — A dimeter I sat down near Oleg who embraced her having paid attention to absolutely white human skull which is nearby a ritual sword lying on the shelf over a sink.
— In order that from the false world to get to true.
— And I can go with you too?
— Yes, differently you wouldn;t be here. Really phenomenal abilities to expansion of consciousness both by means of psikhodelik, and without those, to a levitation, creation of the telepathic interface were found in you, as well as in Oleg. The truth we will need to hurry.
Having spoken the stranger warmed up having bared a huge number of tattoos on all body which were even on his penis: images of skeletons, hybrids of people with animals and various demons almost completely covered his body.
— Frightens off policemen and other uninvited guests, - he explained.
— And from where they undertake? – A dimeter I looked back on the parties and I saw a huge number of shadows: some of them reminded the died relatives and acquaintances long ago, others resembled attractive fantasy beings rather, the third inspired genuine horror.
— Who? Policemen? – the strange stranger approached the bathroom. – In conscious dreams or psychodelic experiments they are attracted first of all by negative emotions, and on the astroplan – it can be either energy of the portal, or energy of an artifact.
— Artifact?
— Yes, the thing which fell of the first to you into hands here in fact is an artifact, an anchor allowing to return to a starting point of departure.
— There now, our Dee seems I ceased to be afraid.
— It is time for us, the stranger ordered.
Oleg quickly enough undressed having bared the fine body, got into the bathroom, at first having lowered one leg in warm water, then another and literally in the eyes entered and was dissolved in a body of the groundless boy.
— Well, the Dimeter, give, enter Kolenka! Do you know how many at you still such portals in life will be?! Yes how many you will wish! It is terrible only for the first time.
And the Dimeter, having listened to the stranger, I took the first step. The reality right there blossomed before her eyes the brightest kaleidoscope of paints unprecedented hitherto, billions of stars, constellations and planets rushed before her eyes, surprising visions of a unification with the world of flora and fauna fancifully mixed up with the terrifying pictures of technogenic catastrophes, world wars, concentration camps, sewage, viruses and diseases then her consciousness slowly returned to the somatic level of perception of reality through identification of with dopamine and noradrenalinovy receptors of nervous system, with various structures of a brain. When she opened eyes and looked round the world around to the Dimeter just struck. Sometimes such works in which the saturation of color so is overwound occur in the photo or in video that cuts an eye going to green tone, and surrounding space, the world around was such: instead of slowly moving or creeping clouds on the sky waves lapped, colors of this world were is unreal bright and saturated, smells were extremely sharply felt and they were a certain mix of a lilac and a mowed grass, sounds of extremely big city on which all three, the stranger, Oleg and Dimetra at a huge speed on the yellow road leaving for the horizon were carried by a cabriolet without wheel, the driver and wheels instead of which there was a car bottom which isn;t concerning the earth if it was possible to call it so, responded both outside and from where from the head.
— Where do we go? – A dimeter I looked around.
— To the downtown, to the most important sight in the True world of course.
— And why this world true?
— Because that world which all of you consider true, only the copy of ours. Now we pass Moscow city, further you will see the Empire State Building, the Eiffel Tower, - the stranger answered with quiet tone.
— But these miracles of architectural giantism are located in the different countries, - objected the Dimeter glancing at Oleg who having closed eyes enjoyed that as on his face there passes the gentle warm breeze.
— Only in yours, if one may say so, the world, but not in True. Look!
And here the Dimeter all existing sights, and even the Egyptian pyramids appeared literally.
— And the main attraction – what is it?
— You will see soon. Usually, newcomers see all stages of development of the portal there.
— That is I will see the lovely boy Kolenka again?
— Most likely.
What was called the downtown here was the huge square on which it was very populous and if to peer at the faces of passersby, then many of them were the celebrities which generally died.
— Only in the True world you can get on a session to Siegmund Freud, enter dialogue with Platon, - the stranger reported going out of the car and inviting Oleg and Dimetra for itself.
To their look the huge black monolith with specularly reflecting surface appeared. The stranger got from a pocket a black, sharp splinter of triangular shape by sight from the same material and drew them in air a circle then the strange black design played a set of small screens and on them the picture with the most different people continually changed, some of them were in a toilet.
— To the first flood of a mirror was two, the first was destroyed by a mud stream and splinters, partially through the gap punched by a flood between the True world and a projection – your world, - got to you steel only the remained artifacts.
— Anything to! Kolenka already gray-haired grandfather!
— Time not linearly, it is possible to operate an object in any its point, time and spaces, - the stranger stretched the Dimeter a splinter of the first mirror and added. — Only is more careful, many what was seen in the second mirror can frighten you: ghosts, nightmares and demons.
— And it who? Just as at cinema! – A dimeter I pointed a finger at a ceremony of extremely repellent look at which people in black loose overalls in a circle from black candles in turn had sex whether with the person, whether from a hybrid of the person and an animal.
— It is necessary to be afraid of these because they see us too. It is a ceremony on disclosure of astral sight.
— What to! Kolya is twenty nine years old and he walks with the friend! – A dimeter I continued to consider Kolya at different age on a set of small windows in a mirror. Interestingly, and they by means of it can undress at least? – I burst out laughing the Dimeter.
— They aren;t present, but if you want it, that is a great number of others.
The stranger squeezed hands Dimeters with a splinter in the and in all mirror couple from two guys (one looked as the trainer from the gym, the second, on the contrary, was a thin constitution, with rather professional make-up and in a beautiful blue dress) going along badly lit night street of the unfamiliar city were displayed. – Here they can.
— And what to me for this purpose to make? To wave a magic splinter?
— No, they will make for you everything that you will want if you fill them with a spiritist of love and care, but I warn - it is pleasure of N for nervous.
— And how to make it?
— Here actually the spiritist, - the stranger stretched it the small bottle closed by a rubber lid and five silver coins: in her right palm he enclosed silver coins of five, three and one, and in her left hand ten and five.
— Show them these coins strictly in this sequence.
— And all? – she was surprised with amazement having looked at coins.
— No, with you two of your new friends and you will go, perhaps, to be necessary more suitable appearance.
Two guys with appearance of the Hollywood film actors, and the Dimeter, having accepted appearance of the porn actress, instantly with them I moved on the street with two guys who are gently holding hands and going towards motel.
— Do you look for an eternal high, children? – one of new "friends" asked Dimeters.
— Wouldn;t tell, - with a gentle and womanly voice the guy in a blue dress answered. — Just my boyfriend works in one very serious organization and we … Well, we don;t want that the security service learned about us and therefore we want to have the room in Heart of night.
"Open a spiritist of love and care" - the voice in the head at Dimeters and it ordered, having obediently got a bottle from a pocket, opened it.
"Now show them coins"
When she made it both guys on the street changed countenance.
— Do you look for an eternal high, children?
— Well, we tried everything and it would be desirable something new, - and at this moment there passed one more passerby from whom the Dimeter shuddered as Oleg wasn;t near.
— Here. – I stretched a bubble from opaque glass. – Consider that you found that looked for.
Pupils of both of these guys immediately extended, without feeling legs both of them moved to number, took off the friend from the friend clothes and had sex then "friends" Dimeters evaporated, and it with brightly high spirits appeared in the city again.
— I congratulate, Dee! You performed a task brilliantly! In an award for it you still some time will stay at us.
— Wow!
The stranger, Oleg and Dimetra took seat in a cabriolet again and it rushed even quicker: the impassable thicket was replaced by frightening gravestones and when the car stopped to a look to Oleg again and Dimetra the new picture of beauty appeared, a picture of the unprecedented feast leaving on the scope somewhere it is far for the pink horizon.
— Here all are always full and happy, - the stranger explained.
— Without Kolenka it is hardly possible to feel happy.
— And you glance in a splinter.
Dimeter I looked at a splinter which immediately accepted white color and I saw the portal quite old there, ate moving legs.
— There now and everything, is time for you.
— But how??? I don;t want to leave from here! Here it is so fine!
— You will be able to come here so much how many you will want. Give, we will say goodbye, we will close behind ourselves the portal – and prior to new meetings.
After the stranger spoke all this three appeared near the bathroom with the drowned boy again.
— Close the portal, Dee.
— How to make it? – it wiped tears.
— You can read it the poem or sing a song.
After Oleg spoke the last words in the same mode as in the slowed-down video filming at a videotape pro-hank glass splinters right there gathered in a hand Dimeters in the whole glass back.
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