Dreamer's World
By Bryce Walton
They wanted a world without war. The answer was simple: Stay in bed.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1952.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
A warning hum started somewhere down in the audoviso.
Greg stared. Perspiration crawled down his face. This was it. This was the end of the nightmare. This had to be Pat Nichols.
After seventy-two hours in which Greg had had to do without anesthesia! Seventy-two hours of reality! Seventy-two hours of consciousness! Consciousness. Reality.
Greg didn't know how he'd managed to remain sane.