"Brad Ferguson - The World Next Door" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ferguson Brad)

I had another one of those dreams last night. I was on a big airplane тАФ I
mean a big one. People were seated maybe ten across. They showed
movies. I was having a real liquor drink тАФ Jack Daniel's, and I can almost
taste it now тАФ and on the little napkin that came with the drink was
printed AMERICAN AIRLINES LUXURYLINER 747. I wonder where I
was supposed to be going? Maybe Elvis can work the dream into his song
somehow, the next time he does it somewhere.
November 1
Winter's here with a vengeance. It's warmer the year 'round than it used
to be, but the first snow fell today. It'll melt off, but we should be doing
more than we are to prepare for the winter.
Jess, who still feels good, finished hauling in his beet crop today, with
the help of a bunch of kids from Mrs. Lancaster's school. We're all looking
forward to the sugar.
Last night was Halloween, and the kids still do dress-up, although
trick-or-treat is out of the question. Strange thing, though: One of the
kids
тАФ Tommy Matthews тАФ went around town wrapped in a
charcoal-colored Navy blanket and Watches that show numbers to tell
time.
an old Army helmet his dad's had since Korea. He also had a pair of
swimming goggles and a broomstick handle he held like a sword. The
costume made no damn sense, so I asked him who he was supposed to be.
Darth Vader, he said. Who's that?, I asked him. A bad man, Tommy said.
He says he dreamed him. He breathes like this, Tommy added, noisily
sucking in air and blowing it out again.
Jesus. The kids are beginning to dream, too.
 November 10
More and more dreams. Everybody's beginning to talk about them now.
No one understands what's going on.
We had a town meeting tonight, at which it was decided to forget about
doing anything for the Jubilee. We've got our own problems.
Nobody's sleeping very well. They wake up in the middle of the night
with such a profound sense of loss, there's no getting any rest. Everybody's
tired and cranky.
After the Jubilee vote was taken, we suspended regular business so
everyone could talk about the dreaming. I was asked to write down some
of the things people remember from their dreams. Here are some of the
clearest:
Men land on the moon in a black-and-white spaceship that looks like a
spider. There's another kind of spaceship that looks more like an airplane.
Both have American flags painted on them.
A guy named Sylvester (or maybe Stephen) Stallion is in a movie about
a guy who rescues people тАФ prisoners of war? тАФ from a place called
Vietnam. (I remember Vietnam, and so I'm putting that one down.) Also,
there's a big, black monument in Washington to servicemen who died in
Vietnam ... thousands and thousands of servicemen.
Seat belts in cars.
Telephones with little buttons on them instead of dials. The buttons
make music.