Dreamland (A story i'm writing, based on Area 51)

Dreamland

By, Carlos Zozaya

Prologue

July 2 1947,

Roswell, New Mexico

8:36 p.m.

Today seemed to be a normal day in the eyes of George Williams, nothing special had happened. But it was only a couple of minutes from now that George and his family would experience something that would change their lives for ever…

As he gazed over the plain, George was thankful for these long weekends during which he was able to spend time with his family. He was only a simple farmer but this wasn’t an easy job as many may imagine, it required many hours of hard work and he was only able to be with his family during these weekends which he so looked forward to. It was in fact a Monday but the Farm had closed today because the owner was feeling sick and so he decided to let the workers have the day off.

He was sitting just outside his house, on his porch with his wife Mary and his son George Junior looking over a huge plain that stretched for miles and miles with nothing specific to look at. It was just a simple enough plain; a couple trees here and there, a few animals passing by and miles and miles of soil. George Junior was 7 years old at the time, but he would remember what was about to happen for the rest of his life.

Theirs was the only house for miles. Located on a hillside, overlooking the country, it was a plain house. Even though it was made of wood and was quite small it was a decent enough home for these three people, it had everything they needed to live a quiet, happy life. George was sitting on his favorite rocking chair taking in the sight. It was nothing special, but he appreciated it none the less, he loved all the uncomplicated things in life. Mary was sitting next to him on another rocking chair and was sewing a new sweater for her son. She did this often because George Jr. loved playing in the mud a lot and therefore ended up either covering the sweaters up with mud, rendering them useless or ripping them one way or another. But all this was fine with his mother for she loved sewing and found it a very relaxing way to pass the day.

At the time George Jr. was sitting on the bottom step of the front porch, playing harmlessly with his new red fire truck which he had gotten as a present from his aunt Sylvia who’d come to visit him on his birthday June 3rd.

As she yawned, Mary said to her husband “Well, it’s getting a little late hon and you know I didn’t sleep real well last night. So I’m gonna give you boys a little father-son time and go to sleep” To this George replied “Alright honey, I’ll be in soon enough”. After this Mary got up and went back into the house after giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. George looked over to his son who was really into a story he had made up with his truck. He was making all kinds of noises and explosion sounds as he moved the truck back and forth over and over again. George laughed gently when he saw this, he missed those days when you could be so careless and happy no matter what; the years had weighed him down, but never the less he was very grateful for what he had.

“Come on over here son” he said to George Jr. who put down his truck, ran to his dad and jumped on his lap. They both laughed as George said: “You know I love you right?” “Yes!” came the playful reply. “Good” said George “good…” They both felt happy and just sat there for a couple minutes gazing into the horizon and the night sky., unaware of what was about to happen.

-“Daddy?”

-“Yes”

-“What is up there, beyond the sky?”

-“Heaven son. A beautiful place where God lives and watches over us. Everything that happens is because of him, it all happens for a reason, he takes care of us from up there. We will both someday join him up there but let’s hope it’s a long time until that happens, right?”

-“No, not heaven, I mean that big thing in the sky” and he pointed to something up in the skies.

George got up and looked closely above them. There was indeed something that appeared to be falling from the sky. A round flat shiny thing seemed to be falling faster and faster. George was frozen, he couldn’t move, he could only keep gazing up at the object, and so could his son. “What is it daddy?” came the innocent question from his son. But by then the object was getting huge, bigger and bigger, hurling towards them.

“Get into the house!” said George frantically, but the little boy could only stare up at the object in shock, neither of them had seen anything like it before. “I said get in!” screamed George and grabbed his son by the waist and ran quickly into the house with him. He put his son down who was now so scared he was gently sobbing. George ran to the window that looked over the plain and watched in horror. It was a huge metallic shiny disc hurling at an alarming speed towards the ground! George looked away and ran to tell his wife what was happening. She was reluctant to get up, she was really sleepy and couldn’t really understand what her husband was saying.

BOOM! A huge deafening sound shook the entire house. This definitely woke her up. The both looked at each other in horror and ran outside.

Fire all over the plain. They walked to the edge of the hillside and looked down. The huge flying disc was shattered; it had crashed onto the earth and exploded. Fire engulfed the scene, it was horrible. What had happened? Neither of them could comprehend it. But it got worse…as they looked closer they could see dozens of bodies spread around the wreckage! Some moved, others twitched, but most lay eerily still. However it got weirder still, all these bodies seemed to be in a certain way deformed. They were shaped a little different, unlike our bodies, they didn’t seem human.

This was no act of God…

Chapter I

July 16, 2008

Stevens Residence, Washington D.C.

5:53 a.m.

James Stevens was awoken by the violent ringing of his telephone…

He was 27 years old, lived alone and with his profession he should have gotten used to being woken up early with different emergencies by now. But he hadn’t gotten used to it, in fact he got really pissed off by it. As a Genetics Engineer, he was constantly awakened in the middle of the night by co-workers with all sorts of different things. You see, he was the boss of a facility dedicated to scientific research, especially everything to do with DNA samples and things concerning the body. Sometimes they had to notify him of different observations they had made on new blood samples, or new minor discoveries. Sometimes they needed him to come down to Head Quarters to view something for himself and tell them how to proceed. He was the best of the best at his job.

He picked up the phone, hoping he wasn’t needed somewhere, he was incredibly tired.

-“Yes?” he managed to mumble.

-“Is this Mr. Stevens?” said an unfamiliar male voice.

-“Who wants to know?” asked James, too tired to fake interest.

-“My name is Robert Smith, I work at Groom Lake” Replied the voice.

-“Yes, this is Mr. Stevens, what do you want” he didn’t know what the hell Groom Lake was and didn’t care why this guy was calling him.

Again the voice replied: “I am speaking on behalf of Miss Catherine Wells, she is the Head of Operations down here at Groom Lake and we are in need your assistance” James was getting tired of this guy “Look pal, I don’t know what that place is and frankly don’t care, I’m really tired and if you need to talk to me please be kind enough to call me at a decent hour” He was about to hang up when the voice said something that grabbed his attention.

-“You may have heard of Groom Lake as Area 51”

Now James was intrigued, as a kid he had always been very interested in all the conspiracy theories concerning this place. Constantly had he thought about the people who claimed to have seen UFO’s around this place and he was very interested in what was really going on. Deep inside he didn’t really believe these conspiracies but he liked to keep an open mind. He had heard about the incident in Roswell in 1947 and had always wondered what had really happened, had an alien spacecraft really crashed there or had it in fact been, like the government claimed, only a weather balloon testing gone bad?

“Area 51? Yeah right pal, thanks for calling, good night” He said, he didn’t believe this call was for real. Area 51 was one of the most secretive places on the entire planet; even the United States government denied its existence. “We need you down here immediately, there are many lives at risk and we know you are the best genetics engineer there is” said the voice, it sounded serious. “Oh yeah?” James decided to play along.

-“What is this about?” he asked.

-“I cannot discuss it over the phone but we have sent an agent to get you and bring you down here immediately.” came the calm voice.

- “What?! How do I know this is for real?” asked James as he sat up on his bed.

-“Go over to your window, I cannot discuss this anymore, we’ll be waiting Mr. Stevens”

The line went dead…

James Stevens sat on his bed pondering what had just happened, could this be real? He couldn’t accept it, why would they want him over at Area 51? Sure, he was good at his job, but there were certainly many better scientists out there than him. Besides, he thought Area 51 was a weapons and vehicle testing facility, according to the government, so why would they need a scientist?

Anyway, James did as he had been told, just out of curiosity and got up from his bed and looked out his window. There, on the sidewalk there was a person formally dressed standing next to a black car. This seemed normal except the car had the presidential seal on its side.

This was no joke, it was real.

Chapter II

July 16, 2008

Las Vegas, Nevada

9:13 am.

James Stevens was in a car headed at full speed towards one of the most luxurious hotels in Las Vegas, The Four Seasons hotel. He still couldn’t believe all that had happened in the last 3 hours. This is crazy he thought as he looked around and saw all the casinos and fancy restaurants they were passing, it was amazing that even though it was morning, their lights were still flashing with life. How can this really be happening? I mean for Christ’s sake, I’m in Vegas and I have no idea what’s happening!

James replayed what had happened in the last 3 hours in his head in an attempt to comprehend what was happening. First the phone call. Then the car with the presidential seal, which was identical to the one he was sitting in at the moment. He had quickly packed a small suitcase with all the essentials, including clothes for a couple days. Afterwards the driver of the mysterious car had offered no explanation as to what was going on, all he seemed to be able to say was that he had orders to take him to the airport and put him on a private jet that would transport him to Las Vegas. That was what had happened next, he was rushed onto a jet which also bared the presidential seal. Onboard he had been treated with respect and kindness. There had been only one stewardess, as he was the only passenger, who had been incredibly kind and had offered him drinks and food but had shed no light on what was taking place as she knew nothing of it. Once he landed (the flight wasn’t very long) he was transported to another black car, and this was where he was now.

-“Look, I know you people apparently don’t know anything about what is happening here, but you gotta tell me something! Come on! I mean at least tell me where we are headed” Said James to the new driver.

-“We are going to the Four Seasons Hotel” He replied seriously, showing no emotion.

-“The Four Seasons?! Wow…” Fancy. “And why exactly is it you are taking me here?”

-“All I know sir is that I am to take you to this location so that you can meet with Miss Wells” Replied the driver.

Miss Wells huh? Where have I heard that name before? Thought James. He remembered having heard it, he just didn’t remember where exactly. The phone call! That’s where, the guy said something about a Miss Katrina Wells! Or was it Cordelia? No, it was definitely Katrina…Or Catherine?

Whatever her name was, he was glad that he at least knew something, He was on his way to meet this mysterious and seemingly important woman. He remembered the voice of the phone call having said something about her having an important position at Area 51. Still after thinking about all this he couldn’t help but wonder why he was so needed at a top secret location inside which no one knew what lay awaiting.

Chapter III

July 16, 2008

Williams Residence, New York City

3:18 p.m.

-“Hey handsome, welcome home. How was your day?” Said Susan to her husband who was just arriving. Even though she was 68 years old, she was still a beautiful woman who looked much younger.

-“Oh you know, tiring” Said George Williams Junior in response.

As Susan gave George Jr. a kiss, he was very happy to have found her and married her. She was the perfect woman for him to grow old with. They had married at age 23, and they both had the curiosity of having the same birthday. Neither of them had really wanted to have kids, so they had decided against it.

After talking a little while with his wife, exhausted from the day at school, he slumped down on the couch in front of the TV He had grown up to be a History teacher at Brooklyn College and even though he loved his job, those kids tended to wear him out.

As he turned on the TV and started watching the news, he wasn’t expecting to hear something that would bring back those awful memories of 61 years ago.

-“Police Officials in Oaxaca, Mexico are investigating the appearance of figures flattened on Mexican crops a couple hours ago. The apparent Crop Circles were said to appear over night in a corn field where corn grower José Gutierrez had this to say:” Said the female news reporter on screen.

The TV was now displaying a dark skinned man, standing in front of a field. He was standing next to a young male news reporter who was holding a microphone to the dark skinned man’s mouth. The Mexican man was speaking frantically into the microphone in Spanish:

-“No, pues ire, yo me desperté bien temprano pa trabajar y cuando salgo de mi casa pos no ma! Esta pinche forma rara estaba aplastada mi campo de elotes.” He said, while on screen the subtitles read: “Well, look, I Woke up early to work in my field but when I came out there was this fucking strange shape flattened on my corn field”

-“Did you hear or see anything strange the night before?” Asked the male reporter in Spanish

-“Nada” and the subtitles read: “Nothing”

George couldn’t believe his eyes, now the screen was showing an aerial view of the corn field, It was like something out of the movie Signs. The shape was a series of symbols branching of a main centre circle, towards the top of the circle there branched of another circle and towards the bottom branched of a triangular shape. It was perfectly made, there were no paths leading to it from any edge of the field, as if it had been a seal stamped on the field from the skies.

Now the Newswoman said:

-“This isn’t the first Crop Circle to appear in the last couple of months, there have been similar appearances, with no explanation in several countries. The latest have been Spain, Germany, Chile, Russia and Canada.” As she said each countries name, aerial images of crops appeared, displaying similar shapes to the one in Mexico. They all looked flawless, as if made by a huge machine of very advanced technology.

George was astonished, he had read a lot about Crop Circles and always believed they were true. He was convinced that what he had seen that fateful night 61 years ago was linked to these events and neither of them were from this world.

Chapter IV

July 16, 2008

Four Seasons Hotel, Las Vegas

3:33 p.m.

Mr. Stevens,

Thank you for coming, I am glad you agreed to help. Enclosed are $8,000. Please feel free to use it on whatever you feel necessary, whether it be new clothes for your stay, or simply for gambling. Just don’t tire yourself out too much, we need you well rested. Please enjoy your stay today because tomorrow the real work will begin.

Thank You,

Catherine Wells, Head of Groom Lake Operations

James was confused as he put down the letter that had been left in his hotel room bed, which by the way was the most amazing hotel room he had ever seen. It was huge! It had 2 floors, a King Size bed and all the accommodations you can imagine, including a couple sofas, a fireplace and a plasma 55 inch TV.

The part that had him confused and more than a little irritated was the “well rested” part. We need you well rested? Then why the fuck did you wake me up at fucking 6 a.m.?! Although those thoughts quickly vanished when he remembered the part about the $8,000 Dollars. He definitely planned on spending them, this Catherine woman owed him that much at least, she had made him travel half way round the United States with no explanation whatsoever. Oh he was going to spend it all right, all of it. He was ready for an all day out in Las Vegas.

Chapter V

July 16, 2008

The White House, Washington D.C

4:03 p.m.

Catherine Wells was excited yet at the same time kind of scared as she was escorted to the presidents private office. She was a very attractive woman, 31 years old and very smart also. Her amazing ability to take charge and lead had landed her a job right under the president of the United States. She was the head of operations at Groom Lake and took her job very seriously. She had access to every secret piece of information the government had, she knew the truth about every single mystery in the United States History, including the moon landing, the Kennedy assassination and especially everything inside and around Area 51.

She’d had to postpone meeting Mr. Stevens. She had decided to leave him a little money as a “sorry” gift. She was sure he wasn’t going to spend it anyway, she had left a lot as a way to show him how he was dealing with powerful employers and as a way to impose power over him.

Now as she walked towards the presidents office, she couldn’t help but grin as she thought of the reason she had come down here. The phone conversation.

-“Catherine, I need you to come over here immediately. I have something you must see.” The President had said.

-“How important is it Mr. President, I was just on my way to meet with our new genetics engineer” She had answered.

-“Damn it Catherine! I’m calling you personally from my private line in the middle of the day, how important do you think it is? I mean, god damn it, it’s concerning Project Dreamland!”

-“I’m sorry Mr. President, I’ll be over right away”

And with that the call had ended. She was here now, on her way to see just exactly what the president had deemed so urgent and important that it couldn’t wait, something he could share only with her. She wasn’t surprised of course, matters concerning Project Dreamland could rarely wait. This was a project only she and him knew fully about; Nobody else had the full picture, some of them had minor details like the people working over at Groom Lake, but no one knew enough to even begin to comprehend the scale of this project.

-“Here we are Miss Wells, go right in, the president is expecting you” Said her escort politely as she pointed to the fancy white door in front of them.

Catherine did as she was told to and opened the door. As she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, she could overhear the president on the phone.

-“Yes Jerry, burn the other copies…No, I said keep none, not one…Yes I have the only necessary one here with me…Ok…Remember this is security level 10…no one must know…ok then, I got to go, thank you…bye.”

Catherine walked over to his desk as he hung up.

-“You wanted to see me Mr. President?” She said as she lowered herself onto a seat.

-“Ah, Catherine, you’re here. Good. I have something to show you. Now, I know I don’t need to remind you that this is security level 10, but I will anyway. This is security level 10, you got that?” He said seriously as he pointed a remote control to a TV right behind Catherine.

-“Yes Mr. President, sir.”

Now the TV flickered to life and the video it was displaying was something Catherine had never expected, it confirmed their worst fears and made their initial take on Project Dreamland seem like a joke, the situation was far worse than what they had forseen.