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Sci-fi Novel - The Dream Artist - Part 11

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Part 11

“This is an ideal dream-watching place,” I said without trying to hide my excitement.

“The dream was also fine,” said Peri.

"There is a hope that we could figure it out. Maybe it's a little classic, but in this research, we're going to have to rely on our feelings rather than our minds. If it had been solved with an analytical approach, supercomputers would have already come to an end.”

Peri did not comment on what I was saying, apparently trying to select and activate the next dream record; in a matter of seconds, the lab's lights went out, and Selim Özben's image appeared on the screen.

After the previous moving and depressed dream, these new images created the impression that, at least, we would watch a quiet dream. Selim Özben tried to balance on a sea ball divided into red, blue and yellow slices. After standing on the ball for a few seconds with his arms open, his legs stretched, and when he went down and came back on the ball. He lost his balance many times, and insisted on going on the ball again, continued to strive for balance. Because our seat mimicked Selim Özben's movements on the ball, we could feel when he was standing on the balance and when he was leaning enough to fall. Selim Özben remained in balance for a long time on the ball, then he flung his arms on both sides like a wing and hung in the air about five centimeters above the ball. There was no way to understand what it was like because there was no mechanism in our lab to create a sense of gravity. We could see the joy and hope reflected in Selim Özben's face as if he was trying to convince himself that what he did was not impossible. With the joy of a toddler, he flung his arms again and pulled himself up ten centimeters. There was a concern that he could lose the power that kept him hanging in the air at any time. He looked at the items in the room in doubt, as if he were falling, the world would come to an end. He pulled himself up like he was in the water, flapping his arms and moving his stretched legs. There was great caution in all his actions. He lost some height, though he tried so hard to keep himself up. The red, blue, and yellow lights began to radiate from the sea ball beneath him. He focused on the rise again and pulled himself up. After making sure that he could stay at the point where he was found, he bent his head and arms forward and put his body parallel to the ground. Childish happiness was being read from his face because of watching the things in the room from above. But when his back touched the ceiling, he relaxed himself a little and went down to his old position. Now he was trying to move on when he was floating in the air, but it wasn't easy. The sea ball on the ground was rolling as if an invisible seal was playing it. He tried to move his legs along with his arms to advance again, and as soon as he did, he found himself on the edge of a cliff facing a lush valley. I liked the warm wind that struck my face and the smell of flowers that rose up from the valley and came to my nose. The green valley beneath our feet and the mountains lined up beyond the valley were so beautiful that I thought that if a man had to die, he would die in such a place. The breeze rising from the valley shook the crown leaves of the flowers and waved the grass in the surrounding area. Peri muttered like an old aunt trying to protect an innocent hero from the bad guys, “don't jump.” Selim was leaning his body slightly down to the abyss. He had a sense of impatience on his face rather than fear. He soon left himself in the void. We were worried as we were watching a fledgling trying to learn to fly. Now, without showing any signs of slowing down, he was floating down the cliff. As he approached the ground, he could hardly stop himself in the air and flew off with renewed energy and landed on the top of the apple tree. Selim had largely lost his self-mass and had eased, considering the minimal bending of the fine branches at the top of the tree. There was a great relief, the expression of happiness in his face.

I told Peri that it would be better if we continue to follow the dreams later because I was mentally and physically exhausted. I had come to the point of exhaustion when these dreams were presented with the technical possibilities of the virtual reality laboratory, which had worked intensely into the emotional world of man by their nature.

Peri asked me I had the strength to visit C., an eccentric painter living in the suburbs of the city.

"The man's name is C. ?” I asked.

“Yes,” said Peri. ”He uses his signature as a name."

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