The alien kid
Every time I feel out of place - and frankly I do so quite frequently - I remember that childhood dream that used to come back again and again. A flying 'object' on a relaxed, possibly sightseeing journey, accidentally gets pulled in by gravity of an unknown planet. Suddenly there is commotion as the pilot struggles to control the vehicle. It almost crashes - we dart towards the vast green expanse through silky clouds and mist - but the pilot just manages to prevent the collision. Possibly we land, or are thrown off the craft. I don't remember that part. But there are times I wish I could know for sure if that was just a dream, or something more real. Does a universe exist out there, where I am not so out of place? Where my dreams are real, and I am not stuck in a cycle of wishes that can't be fulfilled? Is there a way to run away? How to jump between universes?