Colored Silhouettes

Nick was a person who never thought about the meaning of life. Every day was a usual day for him. Nick had closed the door to the part of his memory where his recollections lived. "I am glad that I am alive. I can have a glass of good wine every day. I have an interesting job. It is enough for me." He was 30 years old. One usual evening he was sitting in front of his TV-set. The movie was so boring that Nick fell asleep. It often happened when Nick watched various movies. He liked it. The glass of red wine was on the table as usual. Nick entered into a colored dream. It was as if somebody opened the door to the room in his memory where his recollections had lived for many long years. The recollections reminded him of funny children playing games. They laughed and jumped. They were really like real children because the recollections had their own wishes and goals. Sometimes they left Nick to visit the places where they were born. So…A strange connection existed between those places, Nick's soul and the recollections. When the door of the memory was opened then some of his recollections flew to Nick's soul. The color of his soul was dull and grey. The recollections did not find any bright beautiful colors in it. "Oh! It is not a light place," they told each other. "We should help Nick." They jumped inside the grey sea of his soul. Many different little lights appeared inside that sea with the recollections. A strange wonderful music sounded in the sea of his soul. At the same moment Nick went into the village of his childhood in his dream. He realized the fact that he was in the dream-world because it was too strange a world for real life. The village looked empty. The doors of all the small houses were closed. Many colored birds were flying above Nick. The flowers were huge. They were as high as the trees. But the trees did not exist in the village. Nick turned up his head to the sky. The sky was a blue tender color but the sun did not look at Nick from the sky. There were only many little suns hanging above every small houses that stood along the street of the village. "I am sleeping. It can not be real life," Nick thought. "It is like decorations in a theatre. Where are the actors?" He smiled. "I can wake up now. I feel it. But I want to find somebody in this strange village of small houses, huge flowers and many suns before I wake up." Nick was going through the air with difficulty. The air was very dense in spite of its tender transparency. The day was hot. Nick came to one of the house. He began to discern the silhouettes of several persons who were in the yard of the house. The silhouettes had different colors. It looked as if a beautiful rainbow had separated into a several colored lines which became the silhouettes of those persons. The persons were friendly to each other. He saw that they were having a talk but Nick could not hear the words of the talk. Otherwise, Nick was convinced that he knew the subject of their talk. "Who is this man?" one colored person asked another. "He is a transparent person without any concrete color." Nick was very confused because he understood that those words were said about him. "Am I a transparent man without any colors? It is an interesting dream but I do not want to be such a man." Nick's recollections heard those words too. Therefore they began to play their music in Nick's soul. "Oh! Please, look at the man!" The silhouettes cried to each other. "The man is beginning to change. You can see some little colored lights in his transparent figure. How beautiful it is!" They cried again. From that moment the air of the village allowed Nick to become part of the village. He might go along the streets without difficulty. He was like a little boat which drifted along the street. Nick heard many joyful talks of colored silhouettes. Suddenly he saw the face of his mother that was painted by a cloud. The big cloud was flying above his head. Usually clouds bring coolness and rain. That cloud was giving warmth through the face of his mother which was painted on the cloud. "I forgot many important events of my childhood," Nick thought. "If my soul is so grey and dull then it is my guilt. I should care about my spiritual world," he decided. Many little bells rang up in the village when Nick accepted that solution. Every sun above the houses became brighter. The cloud disappeared. But a light rain started though the sky had no clouds. A little later the rain was so fairly general that Nick had not a chance to see the houses or colored silhouettes. Then, the rain stopped. Nick was standing on the big green field of numerous colored flowers. He was alone. When Nick woke up he did not remember his dream. The next evening he was watching a movie on TV. The usual glass of red wine was set before him on the table.