Chapter 1
Carl’s Dreams
Nothing in this reality goes untouched by the forces of nature. The same applies to the mind, the spirit and the ineffable soul. There are silent wars being fought everyday for these aforementioned things. Each man at some point in time has to face his demons. These demons may be from the bottle, broken families, the end of a needle, or the shadow self. When we finally turn inwards to face ourselves, we may then be surprised by who or what is looking back. For those who are Abductees; they never stop watching us, it is always somehow, THEM.
The green waters of Horseshoe beach arrived with an angry repetition. It was an astronomically high tide on this particular evening. Under a full moon the Atlantic sang her song, but a biting wind quickly took her breath away. Like a sentinel, a lone man stood before a dark ocean in the dead of night. From a distance one could see a small red ember going off and on, off and on again. Carl Smith’s cigarette seemingly defied the evening cold. The smell of clove was then quickly sedated by the salty night air. The old man used to say, “This air is good for a man’s soul” in his gruff voice, he recalled.
There is something magical about water, he thought to himself. It acts like a portal or maybe even a gateway to another world. When we immerse ourselves into it, we’re merely displacing it, so we are not really of it. Perhaps the same could be said for this planet. The aliens dropped us off here, and said ‘have at it, go fornicate and multiply!’ What a great job we have done with Earth, too. We split the atom, and turned the ocean into a plastic waste bin. “God, if you can hear me, can’t wait till you hit the reset button... again!” Just then Carl was hit by a vision of twelve large mother ships picking up animals all over the planet which were then put in suspended animation. And he quickly thought to himself, “Then what of man? Did you just pop open another test-tube?” Then the wind dropped off for a moment, Carl got the chills up his spine, and quickly retracted “Never mind, I don’t want to know!”
Despite the unseasonably cold weather, Carl had been walking to the beach regularly at night. There was a three way battle being fought in his mind. One for anxiety, one for writers block, and another from insomnia. In the dark of night, all he could remember were those big black eyes looking back at him. Even if they weren’t going to hurt him, it still plagued his mind. The thoughts like wheels kept spinning endlessly. These memories had but one place to go, into his comic books. Darkness being brought to light by art.