052- Dream of Armageddon

Fed up with the everyday grind, tired out from the summer heat. Want to get away from it all? We offer you escape, escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

You are caught in a web of nightmare, struggling to free yourself from sleep. Constantly, threateningly, your destruction draws closer, and you know unless you awake the ultimate conclusion is... Dead. Tonight we escape to 2,200 AD, and the fearsome picture of the last days of civilization, as H.G. Wells told it in his terrifying story, Dream of Armageddon.

Very beginning the dream was quite vivid and real. Much more real than the dull world of business that moves by day. And in a short time I began to thrust the waking world aside and live my life wholly in the dream, night by night.

I was not then aware of course of the hideous ending to come. A thing so horrible to face that even though I doze now in my chair I dare not sleep. I can't recall exactly when the dream, if it is a dream, first began, or a month ago, perhaps.

At any rate, I fell asleep in my flight and awoke in another place and another time. That is to say, as I fell asleep here, I awoke there, far away on an island in the Mediterranean and hundreds of years in the future.

Eden, Eden, you must wake up now. Wake up. Where am I? Here with me, of course. Eden, my dear, you've been dreaming. Oh, yes. Yes, I remember now. It was such a vivid dream. I thought I was a man living hundreds of years ago.