Dream

Posted on August 14, 2002 in Dreams

I am a clone named Daniel Kinkaid, a reincarnation of myself who has been brought to life so that the future can use my experiences. The year is 2730 by my reckoning and and I am in southern Chile. I ride around with other clones behind a steam locomotive which moves without spewing soot. There are we clones and there are those who are natural born — firsties. We pull into a station — Truman Center — and I mention that I lived while Truman was still alive. It’s funny, I say to my fellow clones, you never seem to meet people you knew in your previous lives. They admit that this is true, all except one guy who claims he knew someone who had found a friend from the past. We pull out of the station and enter open country. We pass a monastery where saffron-robed monks of both sexes till the fields. I wonder if they will allow me, a clone, to join them. Then word comes back to me that a mistake has been made. I died damaged. I must be corrected. My mind flies off, seeking the counsel of an angel. The angel, who is a huge computer, tells me that I am not defective as others say, that I have a purpose. I may enter the monastery, it says, if I wish for the monastery is for clones and there I will always be safe.