By This morning I didn’t know how to fly a helicopter. It only took a couple hours in the simulator game, then I just went and basically stole this one. Their security was crap. No worries everything resets back to normal, tomorrow.
Why am I back here? I don’t know. Hoping for some answers. This is the hot spring we camped next to. I remember the bright orange shooting star. Wait, I remember the blinding light right after, but something is not quite right. This is the only real life memory that seems fuzzy. So far, since I started remembering everything, only the dreams appear fuzzy when I think of them, trying to replay them in my mind. But the bright light soon after the shooting star, that is fuzzy, like I was drunk, or high or something. I hear myself say: “Melanie, do you see that?!”
I vaguely can distinguish the single palm tree tilted over the hot spring, as a beacon in the middle of a dusty depression. This wannabe oasis, surrounded on three sides by some sharp hills, or would you call these mountains? This one memory is different, it looks like an old demagnetized video tape with only vague shapes visible every once in a while. What’s that dark thing? It’s getting closer. All I see is a blob, though.
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D. D.