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  Dream Dimension: Rise of the Dreamer

  By Bola Ilumoka

  Copyright © 2012 by Bola Ilumoka

  This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, place and incidents are either products of the author’s imaginations or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Bola Ilumoka.

  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

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Dennis was woken up by the loud knocking on his front door. He had a resounding headache and he wasn’t in the mood to be disturbed. With sleepy eyes he looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was 1.15 am. Who in the world could that be? He thought as he drunkenly and sluggishly made it to his flat door.

  Half-afraid he yelled “Who is it?” Immediately he heard a terrified response.

  “Please help me.” The female voice cried. “I need your help, someone has just kidnapped my baby.” She was sobbing profusely.

  Dennis’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe what his ears had just heard. He thought maybe he hadn’t woken up yet and all this was a dream. He opened the door and saw a young woman, probably in her late twenties with a bloodied face and what looked like a deep gash at the corner of her left eye with blood dripping out profusely. She had long black hair which was all in disarray which proved that there were obvious signs of a struggle, but she was over powered and beaten terribly. Dennis was too shocked to speak partly because his mind was still trying to process everything that was happening and partly because he was timid at heart, he wasn’t sure whether the kidnappers were still close by, he wasn’t the violent type at all.

  “Are you okay?” Stupid question, he thought to himself. Of course she wasn’t okay, her baby had just been kidnapped. He felt like kicking himself. “Please come in,” he managed to say as he cautiously laid his hands on her left shoulder to gently usher her in. He felt her body shudder, obviously she was still in shock and understandably very frightened.

  “Please help me, my son was just kidnapped.” She could hardly move from where she stood at his door entrance. “Please help me she,” she said again.

  “Have you called the police?”

  “They stole my phone and destroyed the land line.”

  Dennis left her at the entrance, picked his land line to make an emergency call. “Hello, is this the operator? I would like to report a kidnapping and assault.” He made sure he kept his eyes on his neighbour. He never remembered meeting her. In fact he hardly knew any of his neighbours. As he was discussing with the operator on the phone, he noticed a shadow creeping up behind the scared mother standing at his door entrance. His pupils began to widen in fear as he could make out a sharp object in the hand of the shadow as it moved closer. It was a swift swinging movement of the assailant’s arm as his frightened neighbour crashed knee first to the ground and crumbled to the floor.

  Dennis shouted out to warn her but it was already too late. He dropped the phone as he stepped back. He could hear the operator saying “Hello, are you still there?” The intruder was completely dressed in black and he wore some sort of black hood over his head, executioner style. The movement by the intruder was swift and accurate. All Dennis could do was gasp in terror.

  Dennis screamed awake. He was relieved. It was all a dream, but it seemed so real. He could have sworn in his heart that his dream had really happened. He looked at the time. He was alarmed, the time was 1.15 am, and the coincidence was scary. The night was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. He slipped his hands into his bedside drawer and drew two puffs from his asthma inhaler he picked from the drawer. He didn’t know why, but the nightmare he had gave him the shivers. This wasn’t the first nightmare he had had. But it all seemed different, he just couldn’t understand, it felt lucid. He consoled himself that it was just a nightmare. He was tired already from the previous day’s work and he needed much sleep to be in the right frame of mind for work that day, within a matter of minutes he was fast asleep.

  The morning after, he took a quick bath, a bowl of cereal and headed out for his university job as a research professor. He lived in a two storey apartment building, his flat was at the top floor. When he got to the first floor he quickly noticed that there was yellow police tape across the door of a flat on that floor. There was a uniformed policeman guarding the entrance and he could see forensic investigators in white hazmat like uniforms through the half open flat door.

  “What happened here?” Dennis asked the policeman.

  “There was a baby kidnapping and the mother was murdered.”

  Dennis walked around like in a trance at the university till late in the afternoon. He couldn’t shake off what had happened. He was a 24 year-old research scientist, a prodigy in his own rights, but he couldn’t understand or explain what had happened to him in the last 14 hours or so. He was just dumb struck or dumb founded. His research colleague Professor Morrison noticed his odd behaviour, but thought nothing of it. He knew that Dennis was a very studious and brilliant scientist and he definitely wasn’t the irresponsible type.

  “Are you okay Dennis? You seem a bit off your game today”

  Dennis didn’t really see any reason why he should tell Morrison about his recent experience, it wouldn’t make any scientific sense. Morrison was a well-recognised professor of astrophysics at Driscoll University. He certainly wasn’t going to embarrass himself. He didn’t want the professor to think he was taking drugs, or worse still think that Dennis had anything to do with the murder and kidnapping.

  Dennis stared at him directly to look as convincing as possible. “I’m just a bit shaken by the kidnapping and murder that took place in my apartment building. I can’t seem to take my mind off of it. It seems so creepy that it took place so close to me.”

  “Oh, I heard about that, did you know the woman in question?” asked the professor.

  Dennis felt very unsettled by that question. From his perspective, he didn’t see why the professor should ask such a question. “No, how could I?” He replied defensively.

  Morrison didn’t understand. “You did say she lived in your apartment building, did you not?”

  Dennis sighed inwardly. He knew he wasn’t thinking straight. It was logical, he lived in the same building, and it wouldn’t be farfetched that he might have run into her once in a while. But in actual fact, Dennis never remembered running into her, in fact, he had never seen her before. “I haven’t seen her before professor, you know this job keeps me too busy, I hardly know any of my neighbours.”

  “Very true, speaking of which, you should try socializing a bit. I haven’t seen you with anybody, you should take some time off you know. Everything isn’t about astrophysics. I can still get a whole lot of things done while you’re away.”

  Dennis thought briefly, time off would mean he would be at home a lot of the time, and currently his apartment was giving him the creeps. “I’ll think about it.”

  An hour later, during his lunch break, Dennis was at his office desk. He still had twenty minutes left from his break so he decided to recline back on his chair and stretch his legs. He dozed off and in just under a minute he was fast asleep.

  Dennis saw himself standing by the r
oad side in an unfamiliar location. He could see across the road a shopping mall named Shop World with a large parking lot where several vehicles were parked. Then his attention was brought to a large school bus coming up the road. He didn’t know how, but he just knew that there were thirty-two children on the bus coming back from a field trip. He looked at the time on his wristwatch, it was just 2.30 pm. He noticed someone that stood out from the pedestrians on the busy roadside, he just seemed different and unusually familiar. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of black sun shades standing on the side of the road.

  The man in black suddenly stretched forth his arm with his black gloved hand open palmed as if he could control the cars on the road by merely gesturing with his hands. Almost immediately the school bus started swerving from right to left as if it were out of the driver’s control. He could in fact see that the driver had fallen asleep. Dennis was right away alarmed and distressed at the same time. He didn’t know what to do, he tried to warn people, but it was too late. In just a split second, everything happened. The bus rammed itself into an oncoming truck, and behind the truck was a commercial passenger bus. The results were ghastly and catastrophic. The bus full of school children was on its side and it was on fire, the front of the truck was completely smashed in, while the commercial bus behind the truck now lay upside down.

  There were screams of terror, blood everywhere, dead bodies of children and adults and human body parts seen in some parts of the accident scene. To cap it all up, the truck exploded. Dennis woke up in terror and he was hardly breathing. As he fumbled for his asthma inhaler, he had a bad headache and felt very nauseous. Dennis had the shivers.

  “It’s just a dream,” he whispered to himself. He didn’t feel too good, he decided he would have to take the rest of the day off. He hurriedly cleared his desk and half-way through the door he gripped his chest as he found it more and more difficult to breathe. His knees buckled while he used his left hand to hold onto the door lintel as support. “Somebody help,” he rasped. The last thing he saw was the floor getting closer and closer.

  He woke up two and half hours later in a hospital bed in intensive care. Oxygen was being passed to him in a bid to clear his airways, due to the strain on his lungs. He remembered it was months since he had had a serious asthma crisis, but this was the most severe he had in years since his child hood. He had been able to effectively avoid the asthma triggers, but he couldn’t he really see what could have triggered his asthma this time around. He worked in a relatively clean environment, almost dust free as a matter of fact.

  As he ruminated over the recent events, he could see about a dozen other patients, some having different kinds of medical machines plugged into them. There were nurses moving briskly about their business of care with just a handful of doctors checking on patients and scribbling down notes periodically. Within a few seconds a nurse in her mid-thirties noticed he was awake and came to his bedside immediately.

  “How are you feeling now?” she asked with a beaming smile.

  Dennis wondered internally if her smile was sincere or it was simply out of professional courtesy or bed side manners. But what did he care, he would be only there for a few hours and be out of there very soon. “A bit of tightness in my chest but I’ll get over it,” he responded.

  “That sounds good to hear, you had quite a nasty asthma attack there, a doctor will be over to see you shortly,” said the nurse as she adjusted his bed covers upwards a bit. “Is there anything you would like me to get you?”

  “No thanks, I’m okay for now.”

  “Okay then, see you in a short while,” said the nurse with her beaming smile.

  Dennis didn’t quite get how somebody could be beaming with smiles continuously. He was just used to expressing his feelings just the way they were. Just like the nurse said, a doctor came around shortly. He was a young African-American man, probably in his mid to late twenties. He used bifocal glasses and had a very serious look on his face, no beaming smiles. I guess he hasn’t had enough experience to make use of proper bed manners, Dennis thought to himself. I think now I prefer the nurse.

  “Mr Dennis Riley, I see you’ve come around,” said the doctor.

  “Actually it’s Dr Dennis Riley,” Dennis responded. “I’m a doctor of Astrophysics.” Dennis was proud of his academic achievements and never passed the opportunity to let others know about it.

  The medical doctor standing before him was quick to apologize, obviously he didn’t mind. “Sorry, Dr Riley I mean. We’ve run some tests and can’t seem to find out what caused your attack. We’re thinking it might be stress induced, could you shed some light on that, Dr? ”

  “Beats me,” Dennis lied. “I really don’t know what could have triggered the crisis. I’ve been quite careful.” There is no way I’m going to tell this guy that it was a lunch nap night mare that induced my asthma.

  “Just to be sure, I would like to run a few more tests on you now that you are awake.”

  “I don’t think that would be necessary doctor, I feel fine, I really do,” said Dennis.

  The young doctor stared down at Dennis asserting himself. “I insist.”

  Dennis opened his mouth in a bid to protest but before any audible words could come out of his mouth they were both distracted by the sound of nurses running rapidly in the hall way close by. There were the voices doctors yelling instructions to nurses. Dennis realized he must be close to the accident and emergency zone of the hospital. Most certainly there was an emergency.

  “I’m sorry, I would have to leave you now, it seems there is an emergency, I’ll check on you later,” said the doctor as he ran off.

  “Take your time,” said Dennis. He was relieved that his precious time wouldn’t be wasted taking some tests. He made up his mind to have himself discharged within the hour.

  Moments later he was sitting upright on his bed asking the always beaming nurse about being discharged.

  “The doctor hasn’t discharged you yet.”

  “But I feel better now, I really do.”

  “Please be patient, he’s treating some patients, and he will be with you very shortly.” She swiftly turned on the TV close to Dennis so she could distract him. “Why don’t you watch some TV and wait for the doctor to come back.”

  Immediately the TV was turned on, Dennis quickly noticed that the late afternoon newscast was on. He supposed he could watch the news until the doctor returns. He could see a male news reporter on location delivering some breaking news.

  “Could you increase the volume please?” Dennis asked.

  The TV friendly voice of the news reporter said “About thirty-two children returning from a school trip were involved in a head on collision with a truck here today right in front of the new Shopping World mall and it’s pretty bad.”

  “Oh my God,“ said the startled nurse as she puts her right hand over mouth in dismay.

  Dennis was instantly alert. “Shhhh,” he said hushing the nurse.

  The news reporter continues. “Casualties have already been recorded and some parents or guardians have already been informed by the school authorities and school board. Official casualty reports are estimated so far at four with several other children in critical condition.”

  Dennis couldn’t believe his ears. He suddenly didn’t feel so good anymore. He felt a severe tightness in his chest. He grips his chest and faints.

  The nurse presses an alarm bell and moves to resuscitate him as other medical personnel charge in to his room.

  Chapter 2

  Dennis took the rest of the week off. He told the professor Morrison that he had to take some much needed rest. He was beginning to come to terms with the fact that he was seeing future events in his dreams even just before they happen. He had no scientific explanation for it other than it was some sort of gift. He wasn’t too excited about it though. It made him feel quite uncomfortable seeing ghastly things before they happen. He was happy that he hadn’t had any more nightmares or horror movie typ
e of dreams in the last few days.

  He strongly began to ponder on what could have triggered the dreams or this seemingly dormant gift that he had. He tinkered with the idea of seeing a psychiatrist, but he wondered what he would tell the doctor. I have dreams that can see into the future. No way was he going to expose himself to ridicule. He was an academician, a rising profile in the scientific community and he wasn’t about to throw all that away because of a few stupid dreams. He had better things to do with his time. He decided that if he had anymore of such dreams he would continue to keep them to himself. Eventually they would fade away he thought. It might just be a temporary anomaly, a passing phase in his life.

  As soon as he was discharged from the hospital he decided he wouldn’t step out of his home until the weekend. He thought if he had some more rest, the dreams would stop and that would be the end of his nightmares. It wasn’t difficult for him though, Dennis was a regular introvert who was more concerned about himself than with others. It wasn’t that he was a misanthropist, it was that right from his childhood he found it hard to fit in. He was always picked on by his class mates and was regarded as a nerd. The only thing that went right for him was his grades and that was all that mattered to him. He buried himself in his science books and was always fascinated with viewing the stars through his telescope at home. As far as he was concerned, the telescope his dad got for his 15th birthday was his best birthday gift ever. It opened up a whole new inexhaustible world for him to explore and get lost in.

  He steadily acquired books on astronomy and had subscriptions with astronomy magazines. His interest in astronomy was what eventually led him to pursue undergraduate, postgraduate and doctorate qualifications in astrophysics from the University of Ohio where he was easily at the top of his class and well respected by colleagues and his lecturers alike. He already had over fifty published scientific papers to his credit which had started giving him some recognition in the scientific community. Heads were already beginning to turn in his direction in the academic community, he was most certainly a rising star. But now, these dreams he was getting could make people go crazy, he certainly wasn’t going to be robbed of his success and all that he had worked so hard for.