The last night he would stay in the house he grew up in, Blake had a memorable dream. He called it a dream because of its unusual quality. Reality, as he knew it, had altered when he awoke to find his barren room filled with light. Its source was a human form that gave off a brilliant white glow. It could only have been a dream, and yet he wasnít exactly sure.
Sitting up in his bed, Blake stared at the light being. "Who are you?" His own voice sounded pretty real.
The being continued to stare at him, but it said nothing.
"Hey, are you actual?" Blake blinked his eyes. "Or are you a figment of my imagination?" He was surprised that he had no fear, but then, after all, this was only a dream figure. "I know," he said after a pause, "Iím having what they call one of those lucid dreams. My mom and dad talk about them all the time. Hey, this is pretty cool!" He studied the glowing form before him and could vaguely start to make out a face with eyes, a nose, a mouth. The being had masculine features, but because of its radiance, he could hardly make them out. "So whatís your name?"
The light being appeared to respond with a puzzled expression, but still it did not speak.
Blake sighed. "Where are you from?" Glancing out his window into the night, he said, "Oh, I know, youíre from space. Are you one of my fatherís friends?"
The being slowly shook his head.
Blake climbed out of bed and started walking toward the luminous figure. He was forced to stop as soon as he felt a protective wall of energy that made it impossible for him to approach further. "Wow," said Blake, stepping back, "thatís awesome. Donít you speak?"
The being nodded and gestured toward its head. Then Blake heard the words in his own head as the being answered him telepathically, "I communicate, yes."
"Wow!" Blake climbed back into bed. "Do you have a name? Where are you from? What do you want with me?"
"One question at a time, please," the voice in his head begged. "I am new to this, after all."
"Oh... sorry." Blake was excited. Even if this was just a dream, it was a fantastic one. "Letís start with your name," he continued. "My name is Blake Dobbs. Whatís yours?"
"My... name?" The light being hesitated. "My name... is too long. You would not be able to remember it."
"So what should I call you?" asked Blake.
"What comes to your mind?" the being replied.
"I dunno. Youíre a... a being of light... an extraterrestrial. I donít want to call you ĎE.T.í You donít look a thing like him. Letís see." Blake thought hard. What would be appropriate for this dream characterís name? "Iíve got it," he said, "L.B. Iíll call you L.B. It stands for Light Being."
The light being said nothing.
Blake frowned. "You donít like it?"
"L.B. is sufficient," said the light being. "If thatís what you prefer to call me, then do. My like or dislike is not important."
"Then L.B. it is," said Blake. "Now tell me, L.B., what you are doing here in my bedroom. Are you from space? Iíve always wanted to meet somebody from space."
"I come because I am on a mission," said the light being. "And you are correct in your assumption. I live in space, as do you."
"No, wait a minute," said Blake. "I donít live in space. I live on Planet Earth."
"Ah yes, Terra." L.B. nodded his glowing head. "But you want to live in space."
"Well, I donít know about that," replied Blake. "As a matter of fact, Iím happy to be right where I am. I donít want to go anywhere, in fact. But theyíre making me."
"My parents. Weíre moving to Colorado."
"You mean youíre moving to space," the light being told him.
Now Blake was confused. "I donít think Colorado and space are the same thing."
L.B. smiled. "Believe me, Blake, youíre going into space."
"Never mind." Blake didnít want to argue. "Whatís your mission, anyway?"
"I must go home," L.B. told him.
Blake laughed. "Just like good old E.T. Why donít you build yourself a device like he did and Ďphone homeí?"
"First I must manifest a body."
"Why? Whatís wrong with the way you are? I think youíre great! I love the way you light up a room."
L.B. intensified his brilliance until Blake had to shield his eyes.
"But letís not overdo it," said Blake. "I donít want to go blind. What do you need with a body?"
"So that I can appear to one who needs me," replied L.B.
"Uh... okay," said Blake, not getting it. "And how do you propose obtaining this body?"
L.B.ís laughter filled Blakeís head. "Silly human, youíve got the wrong idea. I do not steal bodies. I am not after yours!"
Blake sighed in relief. "Well, for a moment there, I admit you had me a little worried. I mean... I guess Iíve seen too many movies."
L.B. ceased laughing. "There is much I must learn first," he said seriously. "I came to you because I need a mentor. I need assistance on behaving as a human adolescent male. If you are agreeable, the lessons can begin whenever you are ready."
Blake was astonished. "You want me to show you how to act human?"
L.B. smiled. "Think upon it, my friend Blake. You will see me again soon. I promise." And with that, the light being began to dematerialize before Blakeís eyes.
Blake found himself sitting in his bed in his darkened room. It was half an hour before he was finally able to fall back to sleep. When he awoke the next morning, the dream was still vivid. He could almost believe that he had actually been visited by a being from another dimension.
"Blake, get dressed," his mother called as she passed his door. "The movers are here."
With a sigh of resignation, Blake got up and looked across his room where, in his dream, the light being had stood. Clearly he remembered the words that had been spoken in his head: "You will see me again soon."
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