Neon Genesis Evangelion: The World of a Dreamer; As if it Never
Happened�

By: "Anno" Rei-chan
Concepts developed by: Lord Archive

     Authors Note:

 The title is a bit deceptive in the fact that the work is not related
to the Angelic War that is seen in the series.  Instead, after I had the
chance to read the script to Eva episodes 25 and 26, I started to look
at the series in a new light.  What if Shinji was just having a
nightmare, and the entire events of the anime was nothing more than a
very long and complicated dream sequence?  I started toying with the
idea and realized that it was very easy to fit all of the EVENTS of the
series into a dream interpretation format.

 One thing that all readers must know about this is that there are
absolutely NO Eva's or Angels fighting in this.

 Rei, Shinji, Asuka, Yui, Gendo, Misato and the gang are tied up in this
convoluted mess, but, it all makes perfect sense according to the series
in a Dream interpretation format.

 Well, enough of my yakking� on with the story.


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Unites Soviet Socialist Republics
Ukraine, Chernobyl 150 Km NW Kiev
April 26, 1986 12:30PM
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    "I hear the sounds of distant thunder,
         Echo all around.
    I hear the tragedy of young ones
         Lying on the ground�
    I see the fathers' sons and daughters,
         I hear the mothers crying.
    Nothing left for me to do
    But, Whisper A Prayer For The Dying�

    You can't run, you can't hide;
    You can't show what you feel inside�
    You're going crazy, going insane
    You know you'll never be the same again�"
      "Whisper a Prayer for the Dying"
       �1993 David Coverdale and Jimmy Page.


 Misato and her father, Hyroga Katsuragi had gotten off the plane in
Kiev no more that two days ago and was jostling along the unkempt roads
of the Soviet Republic.  In eight more they would be in Chernobyl.  The
small hamlet would be starving for the hope that her and her father were
bringing to the communist state.

 From Japan, Hyroga and Misato had been sent to Russia by their
congregation at St. John's to be an evangelical witness.  The trip was
planned to last three months.  Three months of preaching the Good News
and surveying the conditions in Soviet Russia.  Instead of acceptance,
they had discovered persecution at the hands of the government.  Only
able to speak in very tightly sanctioned areas and only at certain
times, the trip in Misato's view had turned hopeless.  She only hoped
that the remaining two weeks in Chernobyl would be memories that she
could look fondly on.

 "How much longer, Papa-san?" asked Misato with about the same amount of
curiosity as a child taking a bus ride for a field trip.

 "Not much longer." said Hyroga.

 A man of few words, Katsuragi Hyroga rarely addressed anyone with their
name, let alone their full.  Many had realized that when the elder
Katsuragi spoke your name, trouble was ahead.  Driving the van that the
government had allowed them to use, he appeared to be a short, hunched
mid aged man.  However, once out of the vehicle, many reevaluated him.
Standing at about six feet tall, he easily soared over the heads of
several of the mission team.  Jet black hair and deep brown eyes,
bordering on black, met the world head on with the confidence of a man
absorbed by his work and faith.  When he spoke, it was if he had the
angelic hosts behind him.

 Beside him sat his daughter, Misato.  A beautiful young woman of 19,
she had blue-black hair and a welcoming smile.  Her father had many
times kept close watch over her, making sure that none of the Russian
men that they were around didn't get any funny ideas about his
daughter.  As it was, she was promised to an over-curious police cadet
in Tokyo, which had too much of a past for Hyroga's liking.

 Bouncing and jostling.  The Ukrainian roads sped by.  Minutes and
hours.  Kilometer by Kilometer.  Boring farm land passed their windows.
>From Hyroga's stand point, there was another soul caught up in this
atheist state's vile clutches.  He only hoped the Americans, who
defended the shores of Japan, would come in and scourge this infestation
of ungodly sin.  The people of this land deserved better that this.

 Finally they made it to the Soviet Hostel only thirty minutes to
Chernobyl.  Getting out of the van, MMisato noticed the tall smoke
stacks in the distance.  That's funny, thought Misato.  Sure, there was
nothing wrong with seeing smoke stacks.  She'd seen enough of them in
Tokyo.  It just profoundly bothered her, however, that they were so
close to a residency.

 "Papa-san, what are those?" Misato said pointing to the five red and
white stacks in the distance.

 "Smoke stacks," he replied calmly, as if they weren't of any concern.

 "No.  Not, what are they, but what are they for?"

 "It's just the power plant," said an unfamiliar voice.

 "And who you be, who knows Japanese?" said the elder Katsuragi in
broken Russian..

 "I'm the man the government sent down from Moscow to make your stay go
smoothly," The reply came from a tall man wearing a KGB uniform.
"Security reasons, you understand."

 Hyroga just grunted and started to get the things unpacked from the
van.  Bastard, he'll probably dissuade every person in the city from
coming to the meeting, he thought with anger.  Trunks were handed off to
Misato as the Kommandant got their rooms.

 If only they'd let us do as we pleased, thought Misato, then I'd be a
lot happier.  As the KGB officer walked back to the father and daughter,
he tossed the keys to their rooms to her father.  He had changed so much
since they had gotten out of Japan.  She felt that he'd become far more
reclusive than usual.  Even when mother had left him, he wasn't like
this.  It was almost like he'd become an entirely different man.  Even
when she'd asked him about it, he's told her that he hadn't changed any
and that it really wasn't her concern.

 Walking down the halls of the Hostel they came to their room.  Once
inside, they realized how small the accommodations were.  Not as small
as a traditional Japanese apartment, but pretty close.  Ever since they
had gotten in to the Eastern Block, they had been used to larger living
quarters than they were used to.  Stuffed mattresses on metal frames
were the standard for their rooms.  Different for them since every other
Hostel that they had stayed at had had dressers.  Misato checked the
bathroom to discover that they had their own complete shower and
toilet.  Nice trade off she thought.  Too many of the other places they
had stayed at had had communal bathes.  Sure the men and the women
were separated, but the idea bothered her.

 Misato and  her father got set up in their rooms and prepared to go
down to the dining hall for dinner.  Misato realized that all that
driving had given her an incredible appetite.  They exited their rooms
and made towards their meal. The halls of the Hostel were bare and
severe, tell them that the community were probably all factory and coal
miners.  For some reason this encouraged her father.

 "The man who labors long and hard are always striving for
righteousness," said Hyroga. "for the saints all agree that even the
LORD was a carpenter's son."  He always knew the best way to irritate
the government men.  The man from Moscow looked pale when he had
proclaimed the word.  Misato hid a very wicked grin at the mans
reaction.  Oh, this might get interesting.  Especially when Papa-san
starts preaching�

 As they passed a large concrete door, they heard a loud explosion from
the direction of the power plant.  The window facing the plant had,
minutes before, shown a normal Ukrainian night.  When the blast came,
the sky changed from a dull blue to a sooty red and yellow with several
shades that Hyroga didn't think existed.

 "My God!  Reactor Five just went Nova!" screamed the KGB man.

 "What?!"  Hyroga barked back in broken Russian. "You mean tell me that
was NUCLEAR PLANT!"  Misato's father's voice had gone up several
decibels.

 Jeez, Dad you need to work on your grammar, thought Misato.  Here we
were in the Ukraine to spread the Word, and he can't even speak the
native tongue properly.  He was right though, if that was a nuclear
plant, then they'd just came to a Hell on Earth.  Before she could
react, her father was pushing her into the room behind the concrete
door.  The room was a nuclear fallout shelter from the appearance of it.

 Then she heard her father speak in their native tongue.

 "Stay put Misato�  I'll be back as soon as I can for you."  Then the
giant foot thick door slammed shut.

      ****

 Outside of the shelter, Katsuragi Hyroga turned to the ashen faced KGB
man.  The man that stood before him was almost catatonic with fright.
With luck and a little divine intervention, thought Hyroga, even this
heathen will realize the import of the events occurring out side.
Stepping toward the socialist policeman, Hyroga put on his most serious
of faces and began the task of bringing the cop back to the present
tense.

 "Well, friend, it appear government and the church have similar agenda,
now." this fact didn't seem to work on the bemused young man.  Hyroga
decided to use an approach that he had seen in American movie.  He
reached over and grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him into the
plaster wall hard enough to wind the man. "I say I and you go help.
Hmm?"

 "But we don't have any protection� " stammered the officer.  "If we go
out there, we'll die!"

 "We no go out there, people -many people- die!" the missionary's face
took on a very determined look, one that the KGB officer had never seen
on the aged Japanese man's face before.  As Hyroga released the front of
the man's coat, his face took on a look of disgust.

 "Obviously you no better than old woman!"

 That bastard would die for that comment, thought the Russian.  But
then, he had been told to keep his hands off of the runt and let him
practice his 'hokey' religion.  On top of that he remembered the old man
had diplomatic immunity.  "Fine, but understand, I'm not responsible for
you!"

 The two men ran out into the fiery inferno, marking their mortal fate,
choosing their deaths�

      ****

 Hours past in the bunker.  The place had filled up after the blast.
Women and children wailed as the men folk abandoned them to help clear
the wreckage, thus sacrificing themselves to save any who may not have
been contaminated.  Babies cried for their mothers as mothers cried for
their husbands and loved ones.  The facts were clear to these women:
they would not see their men again, at least not in the same condition
that they had been when they had left.

 Misato took this all in, yet the young Japanese girl did not
understand.  Sure, they had preached about the deadly effects of nuclear
bombs in the schools.  Especially in New Hiroshima where Misato had been
raised.  This, however, had not been a nuclear bomb, this was the
meltdown of a nuclear fusion electric plant, a peaceful and presumably
clean method of electric power.  The thought of radiation fallout did
not occur to the young Katsuragi.

 "Why do you cry?" Misato asked an elderly woman in clear Russian.

 "Did not you know, child?  My poor Vladimir won't be coming back to me,
child.  The poisons that were given off when the power plant blew up are
killing those that are helping prolong the lives of the dying," the old
woman looked at the disheveled girl.  "Aren't you that missionary man's
daughter?  The one from Japan?"

 "Yes," said Misato with surprise, "but how do you know about me and
Papa-san?"

 "Child, where is he?" the old woman followed Misato's eyes as she
looked at the door to the shelter.  "Come near, child.  I fear you will
need comforting soon enough."

 "What do you mean!?!  My father is just fine!  He's out helping the
Government man with the� " the realization slowly dawned on her face.
Emotions flew across her face like waves on a troubled sea.  Misato
whirled around and ran for the door.

 "Papa-san!  Papa-san!  Come back, Papa-san!"  By now she was pounding
on the foot thick lead and concrete door.  The door's response was that
of a solid "THUNK, THUNK," and bloodying Misato's soft hands.

 "Papa-sa-ha-han," sobbed the girl.

 Amidst the crying and screams of fear and sorrow, the old woman watched
on in sorrow and spoke softly.  "The only thing left to do is whisper a
prayer for the dying�"