I/Tulpa: the Seven Year Girl

chapter 7

'We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.'

Couches can be catalysts for great dreams. Especially other peoples couches. The transition from wake to sleep went so fast, he hardly remembered laying down and was suddenly on his property in Justin. The fourteen acres was now almost the hundred acres. Apparently there was still some hard feelings about the Motor Speedway being built there, as the courts forced some of the folks to sell their property so some rich guys could build some parking lots and a race track, and put up some bright lights, for what, maybe one or two big events a year, and now some of the neighbors were just looking to get away from all those lights, which were really annoying if you wanted to do amateur stellar photography, which Jon was accustomed to doing, and was the primary reason he had bought his 14 acres to begin with. Farmers and ranchers were becoming extinct. Equally annoying was some folks for the gas company came out and started fracking and taking up the gas and minerals from the properties, as those rights were sold a long time before Jon was able to get his 14 piece, and there was no fighting them, either. In truth, no one owns anything, but people get really disturbed when their idea of reality is disturbed. Jon's estate manager simply bought the land from those fleeing farmers tired of the lights and tired of the fracking, and now Jon's pecan orchard was growing by columns and rows and squirrels were busy, in a between small pocket oasis, and the fracking towers, and racing world.

Prior to blowing up the Earth, his property was populated by some really nice hippies, committed to spreading tree love and growing the pecan orchard. He suspected if he looked, he would find them again, or the next batch that moved in after the first batch accompanied him back to Bliss. He considered creating a portal and going back to Bliss himself, but something shiny gleamed over a bush and he went to investigate, and found the his full size replica of the Lost in Space's space ship, Jupiter 2. He was suddenly all into his ship and even took up residence there, not bothering to look for anyone or anything, but simply proceeded with life as if he were on an alien planet, alone. He spent his time seriously studying his ship, playing with gadgets, sitting at the main control panel, feet up, eating an apple from his mail bag. Jupiter 2 was authentic in every way, and he was frequently surprised by the level of detail that had been put into the craftsmanship. He actually believe this one might fly! He donned the appropriate clothing and read at the table in the kitchen. He lost track of time. He might have been there months or years, and in dream time, both could be true. If the pile of books was an indicator, at least months. The monotony of it all was finally broke when the robot began issuing an alert. Jon didn't remember the robot being there, but it didn't matter, as he went with it as if it had always been. I mean, what would you do?

"Warning, warning..."

Jon took the lift up to the main control room. He saw nothing out of place. "What is it, Robot?"

"Intruder alert," the Robot announced.

Jon pushed a button on the center console. The forward window cover peeled back to reveal the outside world of Texas, a crisp morning sun, and a horse, fully saddled, and leisurely eating grass. And this is one of those moments where Jon had the opportunity to become lucid, because he knew it was Texas, he knew it was 14 acres in Justin, and the ship was just a prop he had built with the help of the prop experts that built sets at UNT's film class, only they built his props to last, but in that moment a part of him chose the fantasy and turned left and went the other way.

"It's just a horse," Jon said.

The pilot's seat turned to face Jon. "Just a horse?" the man said, taking a hit off his self-rolled cigarette. He was clearly a cowboy, and a really old, hardened cowboy at that, with long gray hair tied into a pony tail and familiar face, and his hat was sitting on the copilots flight stick. "Why, Sir! Anyone with half an eye can see that there horse is the most marvelous horse of all the horses in the history of all horses."