ET had sparse memories of the crash. He remembered a helicopter in the air, the fire department medics and nurses shining lights in his eyes and checking his injuries. He was trapped in a nightmare. Walking in a half light world of abandoned cabins and coughing from spores in the air. Every where he went the town was abandoned and half buried in silt. The school, his house, his grandparents all looked like they were hit by a wall of water. The people he did see were all burned up and shrieking, shambling around carrying dead babies or being pushed into pits by men in radiation suits. Where there should be forrest he sees endless white plastic mass grave markers.
He wandered endlessly looking for some vestige of society he knew but every thing looked like a nuclear bomb went off. Stray dogs ran in packs, and even they looked dusty and starved. Full of parasites and mange. The world was turning red, an inky darkness smothered the sky like Hiroshima. Trees reduced to smoking cinder, black pillars of fire in the distance. He felt like this was more than a dream. There were odd things, peoples faces chewed off like pink skeletons. In the sky the days were not the usual Alaskan grey of storm clouds and rain. They were a sickly reddish purple, the color of infection. Every where he went he found rubble, cement buildings crushed, mass graves and sounds of gunfire in the distance. Such an ominous atmosphere.
Among the ruins he found so many dead people, bloated, whose eyes were popping out of their heads. Everywhere moths, dragon flies and grass hoppers hovered in the air in black clouds. Birds were falling from the sky but there were so many, crows blotted out the sun. Crushed skulls filled cars, people had died in rush hour traffic, glass melted and running down the sides of the cars like frozen drool. Everywhere, rust and blight. ET had other dreams of bizarre vistas, giant brains and eye balls floating in the sky, shattered planets and imploded corpses floating in space. Astronauts walking through vast empty sea floors full of sunken ships and coral reefs among millions of rotting whales and squids. He dreamed some mutated people had caught him and were harvesting his organs. Cruel faces full of stitches and sewn closed eyes, metal bones and overseen by creatures that were like internal organs floating in giant glass jars with insect-like metal armatures to use tools and operate walls of computer screens.
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He dreamed of his sister and grandparents walking in a playground as H-bomb went off on the horizon, too far to send a blast wave but it turned the sky dark as night and the caustic rain burned them with giant back rain drops while lightning hit the jungle gym they were hiding under, cooking them instantly to burned meat. Other times the conversations of nurses took on an evil tone, invading his dreams with illegible gossip that sounded like the buzzing of insects. He imagined a whole hospital full of skeletal staff, carrying out their daily tasks but falling apart with rot and lidless eyes. He felt these corpses washing his body, changing tubes in his arm and inserting tubes in horribly painful procedures. He tried to yell for them to stop, for the nightmare to end.
The thing that woke him up was the pain. Incredible pain. His arms and legs were bolted to metal frames. His jaw had the same thing. Giant screws holding it closed and a dry feeling of a huge plastic lump in his throat. Trying to move but his eyes totally swollen shut. A nurse says, “Watch out he is fighting the breathing tube.” A doctor runs in and says, “Its good he is waking up, but if he moves around those pins will shatter whats left of his bones.” He hears nurses trying to be soothing. Asking him to calm down. He tries to speak but feels like he can’t breathe. He is immobilized and before he can ask about The Chief he is sedated back into a black sleep with out dreams. Even in this state he is aware of the warm sun on his skin and the pleasant sounds of birds at play outside the window. He feels relief that this isn’t some prison world of vivisection and no one was here to harvest his organs like a Palestinian.