The First Week: A Time Travel Story
By Clement R. Dodge
ｩ 2012, Clement R. Dodge
I don’t pretend to be able to explain that mechanism that brought me here. Perhaps I’m the victim of an extravagant hallucination. In fact, that still seems to be the most likely explanation. But if it is (or was—I’m really not sure which is more likely), it is one that is incredibly vivid, and includes details that I doubt I could have imagined on my own. Therefore, for the time being, I’m operating on the assumption that what happened to me a week ago really happened.
Until about a week ago, I was quite content being a citizen of the Twenty-First Century. To be exact, when I went to bed eight days ago, it was January 24, 2012. When I woke up, it was January 25, 1937. Again, it is quite possible, or even likely, that “2012” and the years preceding it were actually some sort of hallucination, which also includes amnesia regarding the years between 1906 and 1937, since all of the evidence seems to indicate that I lived those years. Another explanation is that I am, indeed, living in 2012, and am currently experiencing a hallucination.
Either way, if this is a hallucination of some sort, then it is incredibly vivid. And I’m obviously more creative than I ever gave myself credit for; for I’m able to imagine even the most minor details. And everything is completely consistent. One would think that if I’m hallucinating the current world around me, I would slip up at some point and there would be some lack of continuity. But as far as I can tell, everything is as it ought to be in the world of 1937, other than, of course, my own presence here. I have no way of knowing whether my presence here is permanent or temporary.
The other possibility, of course, is that this is really happening. And as absurd as it seems, that seems to be the most logical explanation. I don’t pretend to understand how this happened, although there must have been some intelligence behind it, since the first thing that happened to me in 1937 was a short briefing by someone or something.