deep story nr. 134 l silent dreams l by Med Aziz

My thoughts were spinning around. Where did I get the new capsule
from? What happened after I left the club? I couldn't have been
to a ComRa event. That wouldn’t make sense. I decide to ask ComRa
myself. Maybe they could tell me when and where I got the
capsule. At the local ComRa headquarters, I only found
closed doors. Nobody reacted to my ringing and knocking. This was
strange as otherwise these people were always so communicative.
As if they suspected that I wanted to ask some awkward questions.
After my unsuccessful efforts to get someone to the door, I
continue walking through the winter streets. A few blocks away, I
accidentally discover a ComRa Events promoter. At first he was
pleased to see. The Raverend is visiting the city again, he
reported. Then I changed the subject and spoke to him about my
capsule. I confronted him with the problems of the uncontrollable
heat development of the capsules. He answered me that these were
just some very unfortunate isolated cases. Nothing to worry
about. Next I wanted to know from him how it could be that a few
hours after I had removed the capsule, I accidentally found such
a dangerous thing on my wrist. The promoter looked nervous and
dodged my question. He mumbled excitedly into his headset.
Afterwards he said that he couldn't explain it either and that my
story sounded very unbelievable. Suddenly he was in a hurry and
hastily said goodbye. This conversation didn't make me any
wiser either. Rather, it raised more questions. But before I
could even think about it, I was in a dim state. Someone held a
moist handkerchief under my nose and my mind strayed into a
colorful dream world. The surroundings became blurred while
dreamlike melodies caressed my ear canal.


With his magically light set, Med Aziz will mirror the dream
world in which our protagonist finds himself unexpectedly and
will let you become part of this cosmic journey into the unknown.
Look forward to an hour of pure emotions and reverie.