Haven’t posted any of my short story in a while… It is still a work in progress.
It was time to begin.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, you have all been a part of or been read in on our current situation. A highly protected cluster of American islands located off the coast of Canada that we refer to as L’île Cache, which is French for ‘Hidden Island’. It was discovered by U.S. Naval Officers during World War II. Whatever mission they were on, is still unknown to us; it’s not what is important here. What is important is what they discovered when they landed on the island.
A group of indigenous people completely unaware of the world around them. Here we are some 50 years later, and we still don’t know much about them. We checked maps and journals kept by sailors and no one ever mentions an island off the coast of Canada. Because we don’t want to disrupt their way of life, it is very hard to learn about them. What we do know so far is that they seem to possess some sort of magical power. That’s why this has never been publicized. It is our number one priority to keep this top secret.”
The looks on their faces were blank. Astonished. I’m sure not all too different from when I found out. It was hard to grasp. That’s why each individual in the room had been hand selected. This could not get out.
“We also have reason to believe that they have somehow made contact with our subject, Amelia Garrett. We aren’t sure how this is possible, but her mysterious behavior as well as her recent internet searches seem to point that direction.”
As her image and information popped up on the screen behind me, hands began to raise. I was prepared. Prepared to not be able to answer their questions.
“So, let me get this straight, you found a cluster of islands that has never been discovered?” Francine asked; I could hear the amazement in her voice.
“Yeah, but that’s just the beginning.” Was I really ready to tell someone? It didn’t matter. It’s now or never. “That’s not everything I wanted to tell you.” The words came out, though they were a struggle.
“Okay, what is it? Is everything okay?”
“I’m not exactly sure. You have to promise not to freak out and not to tell anyone. Kay?”
“Alright, Am, you’re starting to scare me,” her voice on the edge of fear.
“I seem to be having these, well, it’s kind of like a dream. Only when my mind leaves so does my body. Except, my body also stays here. My body is in two places at once.”
I paused, looked up and saw a bewildered look on my friend’s face. She met my eyes and cocked her head to the side, urging me to continue.
“There have been several times where I fall asleep and go somewhere else. Somewhere in a forest. An eerie forest. Normally by myself. The only thing I can hear is a loud thump that keeps getting closer. I have to make my way to a black hole. Once I jump in it takes me back and I wake up. The first time it happened I was at work. I was laying on the ground in a clearing when I woke up. All around me were trees and bushes, I could hear a river trickling. Directly behind me was a giant black… thing. When I looked into closely I could see myself sitting at my desk. Asleep. Suddenly I heard the sound—the loud thump—and the sound of crashing through brush. I jumped into the hole not knowing where else to go. Then I suddenly woke up at my desk, very little time had passed. A couple minutes at most.” I looked at Fran. Expecting her to be in shock, or laughing. But she wasn’t. She was calm. Maybe from her time on the job.
“Wow. How many times has it happened?”
“I don’t know. I lost track. Maybe around six or so?”
“Are they all the same?” I could tell she was thinking hard, trying to wrap her head around this. Trying to help me.
“No, each one is a little different. I seem to learn a little more about where I am and what’s chasing me each time I go. It hasn’t happened in a few days.”
“And when did you say they started?”
I didn’t. I thought back to that first time. Trying to remember what I had been doing. Suddenly, an image flashed to my head. It could be a coincidence.
“They started right after I found the islands on the satellite.”
Her eyebrows arched up. It seemed like that made sense in her head. “Do you think it could be connected to that?”
“Maybe, the last time it happened it was really different. A man, an indigenous looking man, appeared out of nowhere and beckoned me to follow him. It was astonishing what he showed me.” It had been. I had been keeping it in the back of my mind since I was so busy at work, but maybe that was why. Maybe it had to do with the islands.
“Don’t leave me hanging. What did you see?”
And then my world went dark again.
Note: I know some of these parts are still a little boring. These are some of the sections I am going to spend the most time revising once I get the story completely done.
 (CIA) (Figure out what division of the CIA this fits best in)
Being an agent isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And it is completely different from the movies and TV shows that seem to air constantly these days. I swear they have a TV show for just about everything. What I had heard from James was astonishing; I wasn’t even sure if I believed it. Or at the very least I didn’t want to believe it.
We had called an emergency meeting. Bringing in only a handful of our most trusted field and tech agents. A couple of them had been filled in already and had been helping us try to research this phenomenon, but so far we had made very little headway. If we wanted to figure this out we were going to have dig deep into not only the history of America but also the history of all peoples, and all places. And especially of the islands. When they were discovered during WWII they were immediately classified and every precaution has been taken to keep them hidden. We needed to know how and why Amelia Garrett found them and what they were doing to her.
Everyone trickled in shortly before our start time of 6 PM. As soon as the clock struck six, I shut the door with nothing other than a grim look on my face.
With less than a week before our scheduled departure, my life seemed to be going crazy. I hadn’t had another “dream” since the last one. I was still trying to figure out what it meant and had come to the conclusion that until I did so, I would not be going back, at least not in that manner. I spent several hours thinking about what I should, whether or not I should talk about it, and if I did, who I could trust with such sensitive information.
Ultimately, I had decided upon my best friend, Francine, who was on the fast track to working her way to the top of the NYPD. At the time, she was a detective on the Major Cases Squad, which was mostly high profile murders; she loved that sort of thing.
Always the good friend, she picked up on the first ring. I explained to her that I had something very important to talk to her about and that it couldn’t wait any longer. I sounded shaky. I know I did. My uneasiness evoked alarm, and I could tell I had scared her. She said she would be over right away, and I didn’t doubt that. Francine lived a stone’s throw away: just a few blocks over on 172nd St.
I decided to pick up some of my mess before she got there. I had papers everywhere: papers about dreams, dream traveling, etc. I didn’t want her to freak out as soon as she walked in the door. Even though I was sure she’d freak out at some point. I was stacking and folding papers quick as lightning, trying to shove them under things and in drawers, which is very hard to do in a small apartment I might add. I was so busy that I barely heard the knock on the door.
 (Change point of view to CIA Agent)
The last couple months had been a pain in my ass. Everything I do at the Agency is about national security, whether it’s gathering intelligence, analyzing, or going out in the field. Currently I was trying to figure out which brilliant government agency gave the Museum of Natural History a very classified satellite. A satellite that gave them the view of a very unique, and secret cluster of islands.
My intelligence told me that Amelia Garrett, current Head Curator from the Division of Anthropology would soon be leading a team of researchers to the islands to explore and, well, research.
I couldn’t let that happen. It was too late now to only find where the satellite came from and erase all the data that had been collected and stored. Too many people were involved, and I still had no leads on the satellite itself. I needed to stop them before it was too late. Our already unstable world may not be able to survive if those islands and what was on them became public.
I picked up my phone and slowly dialed the other senior agent on this case.
“I think it’s time.”
His words were as follows: “Oh, it definitely is. I was just going to call.”
Astonished couldn’t even begin to describe the way I felt when he got done telling me what he had discovered.
By lunchtime I was almost having an information overflow. I was attempting to do research for my job, while also researching about dreams and dream travel. Let’s just say that having dual computer monitors was coming in handy. My initial Google searches looked a little like this:
But after only being able to find travel agencies I decided I needed to change directions. I started simple and looked up the Oxford Dictionaries definition of dream. It stated “a series of thoughts, images, and sensations, occurring in a person’s mind during sleep”, which didn’t seem to quite fit the mold of what was happening to me since I had been both sore and had scrapes. It was as if though my body wasn’t physically moving, what happened to it in one world affected it in the other.
I made very little progress on the Internet and decided I would have to search around the libraries and archives to see if there were references to these types of events occurring in history. I also decided that I should probably get back to work. We were set to go out to our island cluster in just a few weeks, and I needed to make sure everything would go smoothly.
We were planning on our research and exploration taking longer than normal. From what we could see from the satellite, the islands seemed to be covered in thick greenery and trees. We had even been referring to them as “los verdes” just to mix things up a bit. There was one larger island-it seemed to be around 2000-3000 sq. miles, but it was hard to tell-surrounded by several smaller islands that were only around 200-400 sq. miles. The big island also had a river that ran right through the center of it. I still wrapping my head around the fact that this islands had never been recorded on any
Suddenly, I was back in my office. My computer was open, my coffee still warm, and I was surprised to see that it was only 9:23. Twenty minutes. It had been approximately twenty minutes since the last time I had looked at the clock, but what I had just experienced while I was “dreaming” had to have taken hours.
I quickly wrote down everything that had happened. Legal pads were my favorite for taking down notes and the one I was using was filling up fast. I wasn’t typically a dreamer and these dreams seemed different. Not to mention the whole falling asleep in the middle of the day.
As my day went on I tried to push the dream away, save it for later, so I could work, but I couldn’t. My mind kept going to the native and what had happened after I followed him. What I had seen.
What I had seen was something that most people wouldn’t believe. I wasn’t even sure if I believed. I definitely didn’t know why it was happening to me. What I did know was that it was too early to tell anyone.