Dream

This is after the entire platform collapses. Nothing is harmed, in fact everything remains intact through the fall. Once the momentum settles everything, the set looks exactly the sam, just lower. As it stands lower, all lights point at it in a completely different angle, casting new shadows. The experience in the set is still the same one, the sense of the experience is completely transformed. Recovering from the shock of the fall, subjects jerk upwards, their fingers sometimes clenched to the seats they occupy at the time, or, with a twisted ankle, they grasp their leg pressing their jaws together for less than a second, relaxing them with a whimper or a scream preceded by an immediate gasping for air, an inhalation as noisy as the fall itself. Then hey open their eyes, as most subjects close theirs in panic when they sense the ground is falling down. Revealed before them is a scenery that seem exact to their recollections, but the shock has made them doubt if it is the same room at all. Unsure, they look rapidly around them, confused by the daydream quality of this experience. The lamp is the same one, with the ribbons draped from the shade, the walls aren't cracked, the small gold ornaments are exactly where they were before. Some subjects laugh nervously. They entertain the possibility that their minds have just played a trick on them. Others, more analytical ones, pace about the room detailing everything, going over the sensation in their minds. As time rolls over them, they all seem to feel a sense of anxiety expressed with a physical mannerism; sitting on a chaise and twirling their thumbs around each other, tapping the tip of their toe inside the moccasins on the ground repeatedly, twirling their hairs and twisting their beards. Without confirmation of the event, since all subject experience the fall individually, the event degrades rapidly. Soon all subjects take it as it is and carry on. Only a few never let go of the questions.