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    The Tunnel Dream
    The Tunnel Dream
    The Tunnel Dream
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    The Tunnel Dream

    By A.S. Morrison

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    A man has a recurring dream where he is going through a tunnel. Every night it gets worse but he can't figure out its meaning. He hopes its innocent, but the world is a dangerous place, and it becomes more dangerous everyday.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA.S. Morrison
    Release dateJul 22, 2014
    ISBN9781310306082
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      The Tunnel Dream - A.S. Morrison

      The Tunnel Dream

      By A.S. Morrison

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2014 A.S. Morrison

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      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      1

      It was a tunnel. I couldn’t tell at first glance but the longer I saw it the more I knew it to be true. It was dark and brown, though I’m not sure of the details. It curved steadily to the left and then straightened out. I could not tell how fast I was moving, there was no sense of acceleration.

      This wasn’t my first time here. There was a faint familiarity to everything. It was a long lost memory, only recalled when the same situation arose again. I don’t remember how it ended last time. Maybe it never ended. It went on indefinitely until all memory faded away and I arrived somewhere else. Perhaps it would end this time, the tunnel would lead to a new place, someplace wonderful.

      I became conscious sometime in the early morning. My eyes rested absentmindedly on the specks of dust floating wistfully through the fresh rays of light. I glanced at the yellowing curtains hanging limply from the window. They needed replaced. There were small holes near the bottom where mice had munched. I didn’t feel much like buying new ones yet. I always forgot or decided it could wait till later. There were more pressing concerns at the moment. That dream, it was somewhere around the fourth time I had it. Every time I woke up before reaching the end of the tunnel. Each time I felt a little anxious when I awakened. It was as if I did make it to the end but never remembered that part. The only thing left was the anxiety of whatever was there.

      The alarm clock on my nightstand buzzed to life. I almost jumped off the bed I was so startled. I pounded the top until it shut up. It was looking to be the start of another wonderful day.

      My legs fell to the ground and I sat up, hunched over, staring out the window at the building across the street. The windows were boarded up; sometimes I wish mine were as well.

      The shower never got hot. I couldn’t remember if I had paid the water bill. I’m sure I did. My clothes weren’t ironed. The iron died last week and I still hadn’t mustered up the necessary drive to buy a new one. I didn’t care; no one would notice the wrinkles in my shirt or pants. The coffee pot was also broke and I didn’t feel much like stopping somewhere to buy some so I decided on just being tired that day. It’s not like anybody cared about that either. Thankfully my refrigerator was not broken.

      I took out an expired bagel and some old cream cheese and had breakfast. Right before leaving my small apartment for the great outdoors I took a look at everything. There wasn’t much to look at. A small round carpet lay in the middle of the room. A small table sat in the corner, and a futon with some stuffing missing sat against the wall. The doors to the bathroom and bedroom stood open. I didn’t have a television and only had one lamp. I nodded happily at the dwelling I made up for myself and left it for the day.

      I lived in a medium sized city. It was one of those where the people who lived there thought it was huge but all the tourists; there weren’t many, thought it small. It wasn’t terribly crowded, but the traffic was always bad. I blamed the city planners.

      It was still too early for work so I took the long way to the bus stop. There wasn’t really a short way and a long way. The short was simply to walk outside my building to where the bus stop sign was. The long was to bypass it completely and go to the next one several blocks away. It was almost summer so the mornings were cool but not too cool.

      I stared at the ground as I walked to the next bus stop. I didn’t much like looking at people and always worried that they might try to say something if I gave them the chance. It was much safer to avoid eye contact completely to be safe.

      Not that I was antisocial. I actually found myself to be rather pleasant if found in the right mood. That usually arose sometime in the evening after work when I knew I had the rest of the night to myself. It lasted all the way until I got home and realized that that meant sitting on my futon with my tablet hoping one of the neighbors didn’t notice me using their WIFI.

      I didn’t have too many friends or any friends at all really, at least not real friends. Once a month or so I was contacted by the guy I sat at lunch with in high school. He usually only emailed me to say that he did something else amazing in his life. Last month he couldn’t wait to tell me that he got engaged again. He was one of those always engaged never married types. All the engagements fell apart somehow. I always suspected that he just told me that he was engaged to make himself feel better and then pretended to call them off when I decided I wanted to go to the weddings. Or maybe I was just pessimistic and he really was engaged to someone new every few months.

      The next bus stop sign was finally in sight. I turned around to see that

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