NO DIALOGUE: The text below is the beginning of a sci-fi D-trip journey as used in my many fiction stories. I have wondered how it would seem if the hero’s in my stories were at first dumbfounded by the shift from Earth into the D-Dimension. Here is a fun experiment aimed at taking you there with them, but without their saying a single word of dialogue:
We arrive rather suddenly and were instantly both fully immersed in the D-dimension (immersed being way to mild a word in retrospect). It seemed so intense and palpable that imagining the physical world we had just left, was most difficult. I tried to picture my lab which we had just left seconds ago, but found it nearly futile as the D-Dimension stimulated all my senses at once. The overload of images and sensation in my mind made me recall years earlier sharing a writing room (a study) with my wife. I recalled trying to read a complex story on my computer screen as my wife’s computer frequently and randomly burst into noisy distraction that popup commercial videos created. Back then concentration on my reading was shattered by the intentional distraction of commercial intrusion. The D-Dimension, though in no way intentionally disruptive, was so captivating and full of random pulses of energetic change that trying to picture my physical world was interrupted by its strange but overpowering sensations and magnificence. The “real” world had faded out and the D-Dimension faded in with a whisper rapidlly became a roar as we arrive above the Earth in outer space wearing nothing but our skin and no protection from the vacuum I knew could kill us in seconds.
Just looking down on the Earth below was breathtaking; but, my first instinctive reaction upon arrival was to sense that I had fallen off a cliff and was tumbling downward at unaccountable speed! Of course that was just because the massive Planet Earth, filling 40 percent of my view below, was alive with motion and spin and I lay floating in space upon nothing but vacuum. I recalled the pilots saying, “we fly by the seats of our pants for security.” Now I knew what that meant!
The huge blue globe beneath my feet turned slowly while clouds above covered its drifting continents like the magical veils used by Oriental dancers. Sunlight sparkled and pranced on and off the floating cloud banks setting them on fire or just burning their edges; but, this was just the most normal appearance of the D-Dimension. The hypnotic beauty of this splendor was accentuated by my awareness of the nakedness, of my body lying in empty space, suspended on buffeting winds of gravitational force from the Earth, the Moon and the Sun. All that seemed to lift me above the Earth like a Hawk sailing effortlessly in the morning winds of the south Florida dawn. On the other hand the Hawk was in control and I had no idea how to respond to these waves of non-physical interaction. Fortunately they tossed me around as gently as a feather in a mild breeze and I discovered that I could balance myself against them by just thinking it so. Yes I could feel space rise and fall as it turned and twisted in the gravitational well of the Earth. Why not? I had no mass.
Occasionally I would find myself not breathing because of unreasonable and unconscious fear. It took a while to register that no space suit was needed, despite my instinctive expectation of having all air sucked from my lungs by the black vacuum around me. I had to remind myself that I was only there in the form of energy, within a universe of energy and nothing could suck the air from my lungs as there was nothing physical in me or in space.
From behind me however, the Sun at my back felt like a pelting rainstorm on a hot sunny day. It reminded me of storms we used to call sun showers. I could feel the constant beat of every form of energy radiation the sun could emit pulsing and hammering as it collided with and past through my ghostly form and then on to interact with that radiation emitted by the Earth. Each ray had a distinct taste, smell and texture that so overwhelmed the senses that for moments the Earth below vanished as my mind was drawn to focus upon just what the Sun was saying to me. It spoke in a foreign language seemingly accentuated with ferocious intent and multisensory tongues. X-rays and Gamma rays stung and burned like bee stings, until you acclimated to their roar. They came in loud bursts like waves beating the sand on a stormy day but much faster. Sometimes they soared up the scale of intensity and sounded like thunder claps or a jet breaking the sound barrier. Paradoxically some of the radiation had texture and flavor, some quite intense. Burst of them reminded me of the orange flavoring used by my grandmother to make cod liver oil more palatable but served on a spoon that seemed to rust between dosages. Then there was the eerie smell of mustard and hot dogs. I have to say it made me salivate somewhere where I actually had a tongue and mouth. But here I was not sure what it was other than my mind trying to synchronize my senses with energy that it had never experienced before. I remembered suddenly watching my very young daughter trying to touch the rings of a clown suspended above her in the play pen. She tried for two weeks off and on to get those chubby little arms and pudgy fingers to grab the clown’s ring like feet. When she finally succeeded, it was the first time in her life she ever laughed! Like her, my mind was trying to make sense out of what I was in touch with but not yet understanding.
When I turned and gazed at the Sun, I could see rings of multicolored energy exploding from its surface in waves of vastly varying frequency. The dark pulses were gravitation, the distortion of space-time. Pulses of solar gravitational fluctuation as they arrived however felt like sitting in front of a base speaker at an old rock concert. My whole body reacted to this sound as if being hit by an unseen wind gust; however, the deep bass note had its own unique sound and one so deep I could not relate it fully to hearing.
All in all, and somewhat perplexing, the bath of energy made the empty space somewhat less disorienting. I thought this might be because after awhile this energy substance allowed me to feel suspended in something more secure than falling down an elevator shaft as first impressions on arrival above the Earth created. Like a hot bath that at first stung, little by little the environment was feeling more lukewarm and more like a friend than an enemy. I wondered if this was what birth felt like to a neonatal human whose mind was way too developed?