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Star Man (Rockman 5: Blues no Chousen)

Star Man (Rockman 5: Blues no Chousen)

As you know by my constant ravings, I have had many dreams of the futuristic world of robots. Some of my favorite dreams have been of my second trip, but more recently, I have had one of the third trip that rivals even those. This was a dream that altered quite a bit, both in terms of visuals and structure. My trials were both challenging and engaging; the kind of stimulation that brings lonely desire upon realizing that it was only a dream. Still, I am grateful to have had this experience, and I will always have my memories.

I’ve not had many dreams of my fifth trip to this world, but of the few, one dream stands out in my mind. Though there are many areas that I loved in this dream – the quarry, the crystal mine, the gravity laboratory, and the castles among them – there is one special area that surpasses all of the rest: the space station. It was an intriguing area in reality, but in this dream, something about its coloration made it come alive. Not just its coloration, but its layout also gave it a very different feel; I felt like I was on a mission. Though the other areas of the dream are worth a mention, this one warrants a full description.

I began on a long walkway with a guard rail, which seemed like some kind of walkway for landing spacecraft. The walkway was gray and dark purple, which went surprisingly well together, and the guard rail was a strange green color, like a dark mint. I looked out into the sea of blackness that is outer space, and was astounded by what I saw. Typically, the stars all appear to be little white dots, but these shone in a number of different colors. The clusters or red, orange, green, and purple, almost looked as though this section of space was decorated in an unusual array of Christmas lights. After staring into space for a little while, I moved forth.

I soon came to an area without stars; the walkway stopped and was replaced by a long stretch of reddish-orange spheres with spines all over them. They seemed to radiate some sort of deadly energy, so I looked for another way to progress. There were strange platforms floating up and down above the spheres that almost resembled the platen of a typewriter. I’d decided to leap across them, and while the gaps were wide, gravity was much lower out here, so this presented little challenge. Having reached the other side of this hazard, I stood upon much more solid ground. Next to it was another one of those walkways that I’d seen when I arrived, which stopped just before a ladder. This ladder scaled the side of another part of the station, so I’d decided to do the same.

At the top of the ladder, I set foot upon a roof of sorts, which had transparent windows with some kind of round mechanism behind them. I leapt down into a hatch to find myself inside, where a needless guard rail erupted from the floor. The walls in here were a similar green, with lighter green spots; they were like varying shades of mint. I made my way through the inside of this structure, coming to a great many cylinders, and some kind of gray and purple machine. It is difficult to describe, but they almost looked like metallic book shelves, though I assumed that they must be components to some manner of super computer.

Just beyond them, I came to some strange bands along the wall, resembling vertical conveyor belts. The first set of these coincided with another walkway, though this one was blue and white, like most of the inside of this internal area. Here, the guard rail made a bit more sense, as I continued, trying not to plunge to my death. At the end, I leapt to the top of a column that nearly touched the top, and slid down the shaft. Beneath me were glass platforms held up by supports, which all sat upon spheres made of gray metal plates that were riveted together. I slid through a narrow passage, and leapt out of another hatch, bringing me outside.

I saw what looked like some kind of green bird in the distance. I’d seen a blue one in the physical world, but in neither case was I able to discern its purpose. I had little time to stop and admire it, however, as a deadly shower of red meteors crashed upon the surface. They were not large enough to damage this apparently sturdy space station, but given that they were at least half my size and exploded upon impact, I would not be quite so lucky, were one to strike me! I ran for my life, trying to dodge the erratic pattern of falling rock bombs, and to make matters worse, the path became littered with those deadly spheres again, so I had to leap into the meteor shower!

I ran to the end of a walkway, and made a leap of faith into what seemed like nothingness. I’d escaped the shower, but it was out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Before me was a floor of deadly spheres, as well as a number of tall columns of them where the walkway began. The columns were all broken at different heights, and the openings were not terribly large. I carefully leapt through each one, eventually making my way to a sight for sore eyes: the gate to the control chamber! I entered the antechamber, which was a beautiful walkway along the stars. I strode absentmindedly through, and into the control chamber, which provided one last look at the beauty beyond.

If space is the final physical frontier with unknown limits, then imagine the possibility of space within a mind, with no actual limits. While space in the physical world is limited in variety to what can exist, space within the mind is not, and the bizarre, beautiful wonders beyond our atmosphere become even more bizarre and beautiful. We occasionally get the chance to explore such places at the hands of those who write novels or make movies, but not everyone is a talented writer. There are those who have beautiful minds, but no such way to adequately express them to the world. Just imagine the potential of what one may find within the mind of another, and multiply that by the sheer number of minds on this planet alone!

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