Category: Fiction

Undeniably the Night Sky, a Dream

A dream on the night of 08/12/2017

By James Wadman


In the city, it is believable that the sky we see is merely a curtain of haze permeated by only our closest celestial neighbors. In August, we see Jupiter rise first and Saturn closest to the moon. As the nights get darker, we will see the big dipper pointing toward the north star. Dominant is the amber glow cast by streetlights and industries that never sleep. It is as if the night sky we see in the city is more so a reflection of ourselves and the decision we made to turn inward, rather than gazing through our window to the universe above.

In my dream, I followed a map to where the trees cleared and the sky revealed the moon, the animated stars, and the dust of our galaxy. It was apparent that I was not in the city

“Stand here,” I was told, seeing only a man’s finger pointing to a spot on the map.

I took one more step forward. The sky darkened into a nearly colorless shade of blue. The stars became brighter, perhaps even closer. It was then that I remembered what the man had told me about this place on the map:

“Here you will see what is undeniably the night sky.”

He was right: I could see into the universe as if I was witnessing the birth of stars with the naked eye. I could see our galaxy breathe, the dust coalescing into pink and golden stars. I saw the moon, the planets, even the nebulas, as if they were just out of my fingers’ reach.

I sat there for a moment before I noticed clouds began to form on the distant horizon. It began to snow and the sky was colored by the familiar amber glow of city lights.

There is no deeper meaning here, except to say that the universe is out there.

Something more amazing, something worth fighting for, something worth believing in, is always out there one step beyond your perception.

It is up to you to take the steps necessary to reveal the value in living by following the pursuit of wonder.

 

-Jw

 

Image taken on a late night in Yosemite. See more pictures of Yomsemite on my instagram. 

Love is Found

“What gives us hope in life is the sense that love is not found in predictable symmetry or straight edges. The closest we can get to perfection are the moments we can’t put into words, but can still feel when nothing is left.”

Excerpt From: James Wadman. “Diamondis.” James Wadman, 2017. iBooks. https://itun.es/us/durdhb.l

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To Have Lived at All

From a dream 12/04/2016:

It was any ordinary day. I go to work, I try to admire the world and others, I do my best. I was working on writing an exam for my job in the chemistry program at the university when my vision began to fade. At first I thought nothing of this. Growing up with syncope, lapses of consciousness were not unfamiliar occurrences to me. However, this time it was sustained and came with a harsher, prolonged separation from reality. I thought I might be in trouble, so I ran to find someone.

I pleaded to the first person I found to call an ambulance in shaky, inarticulate words as I fell to the ground. My eyes were closing, but I told myself I only needed to breathe. I might fall asleep on the ground of a university hallway, but I would wake up at the destination of the ambulance that was en route to save me. And sure enough, I did.

I woke up in a hospital bed beside overjoyed family members, none of whom I recognized. A man took my hand and I was surprised at how his hand engulfed mine, as if he were a giant with a friendly face. When he moved closer I could see in the reflection of the window that I was not myself — or at least not who I was before the fall. I was a child and this was my father. My life, the life of James Wadman, the neurobiologist, chemistry specialist, writer, and musician was the dream of a young boy in the midst of his chemotherapy treatment.

I was still looking in my reflection in the window when the world faded again. This time, I woke up in bed at home.

When the clock runs out of time, I learned that it is a blessing to have lived at all.

Diamondis: A Novel by James Wadman

By James Wadman

Diamondis is a love story that begins at the moment of a man’s untimely death. With the secondhand on the clock poised in space, Tomas revisits the moments in his life that inspire the creation of his “afterlife.” While I deal with dark issues such as death, mental illness, and heartbreak, I leave the reader with a sense of optimism and a reason to cherish the love that exists before and after life.

Tomas Stanton, a neuroscientist at Cornell, collapses the day before he leaves for New York City to begin a life in a lab coat. He learns that he has an inoperable brain tumor, but he will survive for as long as it remains in place. Shortly after moving to the city, Tomas gives up his career in medical research to write a reflection on his pending mortality. Tomas meets a woman named Julia on the streets of New York City, who takes a sudden interest in his story. Just as soon as they fall in love, Tomas learns that his brain tumor has metastasized and he is given one year to live. In that year, Julia takes Tomas to the west coast to say goodbye to an old friend who played a key role in his memoir.


I am proud to say that my novel, Diamondis, is finished. The road ahead will be determined by the logistics of its release. I want to do some creative personal projects and collaborations between now and the release, so stay tuned. If you have any questions or a burning desire to preview my work, please send me an email at jimmy.wadman@gmail.com

Read more about Diamondis here

Diamondis is a novel written by James Wadman

Copyright James Wadman 2016

A Dream of Extinction

By James Wadman, Written at 6am

There were two objects orbiting in a curved pattern. At the pinnacle of this sinusoidal motion they would become brightly colored, like shooting stars, and then slope down toward the horizon. This repeated for several revolutions around the panoramic view. Then a thin white speck fell at an angled trajectory down to earth from one of the brighter orbiting objects. I have never seen anything reach so high into the sky. I could feel it the second I saw the flames: A warm pulse and a shockwave. Our extinction.

Read my lucid dream guide here!

This dream reflects a feeling I have not yet identified. The theme of extinction is one that can have good or bad implications depending on the nature of the dream. A cataclysmic event can represent a fear of extinction of oneself (the fear of death that underlies most of our existential motives), or it can represent the termination of a chapter in one’s life. I believe that the best indication for the nature of a dream is the initial feeling you have upon waking up. I woke up immediately upon the seeing and feeling the explosion that came from the mysterious lights orbiting the earth. For some reason, I wanted to jump back into the dream. I wanted to see what came after the explosion (I should mention that the explosion itself was too far away to pose any threat of danger). Therefore, I concluded that the explosion represented something good, something I know I have to look forward to. I’ll keep my eyes open for the extinction.

If you have an idea about what this dream could represent or you have your own dream stories, I would love to hear!

Image from my Instagram page, where I first featured the story of this dream.

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