Free Acid Bubbles by Paul H. Round Page B

I’d never heard before. I knew this music and it didn’t exist in my dimension. I was shocked and intrigued to discover I knew more about this place than I thought.
    I was on the verge of exploding with the effects of sheer joy and love as the train rumbled through the station pushing out great clouds of white vanilla flavoured steam. The windows as it passed by glistened with the flashing brilliance of the sunshine and butterfly filled light.
    The next thing flowing through my head was the biggest sensation of all. There was only one person on the train. That person was the reason for the train, the reason for all this joy. It was a girl of about twenty-five years old I supposed. She was standing, calmly holding the back of a seat. She was almost a
petite
girl with short glossy hair and the most delicious and completely wondrous smile I have ever seen in my entire life. As the train passed I also saw my reflections passing by as if in a slow motion movie. Frame by frame I built up a picture of myself in the reflection. And what a reflection it was. I was quite young, athletic, handsome and, to my great surprise, me but not me!
    Her stunning luminous eyes stared straight through my soul. My joy peaked in a flood of pure ecstasy. If at this point in my life, or any other life for that matter, I had died, it would’ve been the perfect moment. So, even if the existence of the perfect day is impossible as I once said, there are perfect moments.
    The train rattled loudly in its rush through the station. As it did so the joy inside me stayed at this wonderful peak, a peak is something that by the very nature of the word cannot possibly last. True to everything I’ve said before, it did not. The joy slowly faded away, the winds of ecstasy were dying down inside my body, this sensation died to an ember though it did not leave me in the complete sense. I was left with a residue running through my body’s memory. I didn’t know this at the time, but this moment joy and love would be ingrained in my earthly soul forever.
    I was desperate to know more about this girl, to see her again, to find out everything about her. Anything less would be unacceptable. Driven by molecular desire I wanted her to be near me forever.
    The big problem with alternative realities you come into through sleep is to seek constant gratification you must always remain asleep. Once desire is sated you wake up, or I think that’s how it works. If these wonderful places were to be in my life I would have to sleep a lot more. The greenness, the vivid brightness and clarity of the day, started to fade to grey, then to white, then to a sensation impossible to describe. It contained great calmness with joy.
    I was startled when I awoke to discover I didn’t live in that universe. At only the second visit to another dimension I was addicted, forgetting where I came from, once in there not realising any other world existed. I could not control my entry to this other place, so how was I to get back? Moments in the molecular dreamscape were precious and would become more so.
    I woke, it was 4:30am, and within short hours I knew two things: one, somehow I’d encountered a new great love in non-reality, giving me a joy that beat so hard in my chest it gave me pain. This place, this new world, could I go there again? Could I make myself go there at will? I had no idea.
    Two, was another sensation altogether. This one haunted me and over the next few days I was to learn a lot more about guilt. This feeling crawled like a vile fungus into my mind in the hours after awakening. This was an understanding I’d done something awful in my worldly life, something I’d hidden, that if discovered would plunge me into the world of depression and incarceration. If not those extremes I would be tortured by the knowledge of my hidden evils.
    I lay there for the first three hours thinking about it. All the joy I had experienced with all that