Life in the Gravity Well.

This is the first time I’ve ever laid eyes upon this site, so I suppose an introduction is in order. My name is Rob. I’m not much of a dreamer, when they do come they’re always few and far between. Most are strange, but last night was beyond anything I’ve seen before. I posted this in Nature and Science because frankly I don’t know where it belongs. I woke, within the dream, to a cramped and cluttered room. The air was humid, sticky, and filled with the scent of machine oil. I wore heavy soled boots and a kind of mechanic jumpsuit, stained with oil, blood, and god knows what else. I wandered out from room down a long corridor filled with steam pipes and smoke until a came to a kind of atruim. The ceiling was higher, but not much, and it was crowded with people all waiting.I asked one what they waited for, and he whispered, “The great father and the mother.” I waited a bit longer and I watched as a family entered, flanked on all sides by men dressed exactly like me. They seemed to notice me there and I was waved over by the woman, the mother. In her arms she cradled twins. She whispered in a soft voice that I had been missed this morning and she hoped that I felt alright. I mentioned that I had not felt well and went to my bunk in hopes of sleeping it off. She smiled and walked towards a cluster of seats and seated herself with the man I took to be the father.Things go blank for a while. And then I remember standing on a terrace filled with plants. The air that we breathed seemed tinged with something I couldn’t place. The mother smiled as I stared out over a fields of green. She looked puzzled, “Why do you stare so?”I replied, “I’m tired, mother. Tired of the station. Tired of living cramped amongst the machines. I’m sick of life in the gravity well.  Why cannot we not return to the world?”She mearly smiled and lowered her gaze. She started to speak and then I awoke.

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