Chapter
13
A Serialized Story of the
Not So Distant Future
May 21, 2005
Part Twenty Nine
Once again Sam found himself falling into a quick dreamless sleep, his physical body was exhausted by the events of the day, and his mind was a bit stressed from all he had experienced.
He woke up about 5am with the uncomfortable realization that his left arm was completely asleep. With some difficulty, he rolled off of it and sat up. He massaged it with his right hand, it felt cold and dead at first and Sam felt a small stab of fear in his heart; but he quickly relaxed as he felt the blood start moving again through his veins. A pins and needles sensation began traveling down his arm and there was a dull ache around his elbow. Then with a rush, he could feel the blood moving throughout his arm. He flexed it a few times until it felt normal again.
Sam laid back down on his back, his eyes watched the glow of the dawn as the sun slowly rose. He drifted back to sleep and found himself standing on a dock. It was dark here, black waves rolled with great force against the dock supports. The only light was cast by flashes of lightning over the water. Sam guessed that the storm would hit in a matter of minutes.
He looked behind him, the dock led to a boathouse, which was completely shut down. There was nothing else to be seen along the shoreline, but there was a road which led away into the woods, Sam began walking, feeling the cool wet wood agains his bare feet and drops of rain start to fall against his back.
I shouldn't be getting wet, he thought, but clearly his t-shirt was absorbing the raindrops, and his bare feet felt solid against the wooden dock, the air was chilly and he was starting to shiver as he walked in the darkness.
It didn't make sense that he was here physically, but as he made his way off the dock, he stubbed his toe rather painfully on a raised board. This confirmed to Sam that his physical status. He stood by the boathouse under the eaves of the roof, the rain was starting to pour now and he didn't relish walking around cold and wet.
He tried the boathouse door, but it was locked. He seriously considered breaking in, top half of the door had four small panes of glass, so all Sam would need was a rock. He looked around, but there was nothing to see in the dark. Lightning was flashing more intently now and Sam was getting blasted by gales of blowing rain. He wished he was wearing some shoes (or some pants for that matter) he felt weirdly exposed wearing only his underwear and a t shirt.
On impulse, and without any better ideas he called out Gaby's name. His voice was drowned out by the force of the storm and there was no response except for a nearby crack of thunder.
"Fuck this." Sam said and punched his hand through the glass. He felt a shard scrape along his thumb and wrist, blood began spouting like a fountain. "SHIT!" Sam exclaimed, he took off his sopping t shirt and wrapped it around his hand. "I should have done that first." He griped, feeling a little afraid as the blood stained his shirt red.
He knocked out the rest of the glass opened the door of the boathouse. He stepped inside and felt around for a light switch, he found one, but either it didn't work or the power was out.
He felt glass under his feet and stepped carefully, it was great to have some shelter, the storm was really raging outside, and the roar of the ocean was almost deafening. His wrist was still bleeding, he felt his way around and found a bit of rope, he wrapped it around his arm and pulled one end with his right hand, and the other with his teeth. The pressure seemed to cut off the flow of blood and Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
Above him, the rain and wind were whipping against the boathouse. Sam could see that there was a sailboat stored in here, and that there was a garage door on the front entrance of the building. Lightning cracked with such force that Sam felt it in his chest, moments later a telephone pole came crashing down through the roof of the boathouse crushing half of the roof and part of the boat.
"SHIT!" Sam said, moving himself away from the downed pole. The malestrom was now coming inside, and lightning continued to blast the area. He was against the garage door now, and he felt cold water wash against his feet. It was too dark to see, but he guessed that the ocean waves were starting to reach the boathouse, Sam's shelter was quickly becoming a death trap.
Lightning flashed again and he got a good look at his injured left arm. The white t shirt he had wrapped around it was covered in blood, and he realized that his arm had never fully stopped bleeding.
There was a crash of water against the garage door, it didn't break, but more water seeped in underneath and Sam knew it was only a matter of time. The question of how exactly he had gotten here was still eating at Sam, the last thing he remembered was lying down again in his room... his room where he had still been wearing the blue shirt he had worn to the Red Eye.
"This isn't real!" Sam shouted, to no one in particular. He moved away from the garage door and the crashing ocean. He let go of the rope around his arm, feeling the flow of blood move unheeded again.
"THIS ISN'T REAL!" He shouted again, "I want to wake up NOW!"
The ocean crashed through the garage door, knocking out the lowest panels. Water flowed through, and Sam felt the water wash over his feet, it was cold and there was pieces of wood and other matter striking against Sam's leg.
"This isn't real." He repeated, "I'm in my bed, I'm in my bed." Lightning struck the roof of the boathouse, causing it to explode and burst into flames. Sam was momentarily blinded by the falling debris around him, and the dust in the air caused him to choke, but he held the thoughts firmly in his head.
Amid the chaos of the room, he saw a hand reaching right through the wall. It seemed to glow with a light of it's own, and Sam recognized it immediately. "Gaby!" He cried taking it with his good hand, suddenly he felt himself being pulled out of this scenario.
"Oh Sam, thank God!" Gaby said, hugging him. The rest of Chapter 13 was there in his bedroom, a brief glance showed Sam that his body was still lying in bed.
"What the hell was that?" Sam asked.
"You were attacked." Gaby said, "we've never seen anything like it before. You looked comatose to us, which is pretty bizarre. Sedna could see what was going on, but we couldn't reach you."
"I saw your hand though, "Sam said. "You pulled me out."
"You pulled yourself out Sam, I've been here by your body, and somehow you allowed yourself to see me." Gaby said.
"I realized that my shirt was the wrong color." Sam said, "I often sleep in a white t shirt, but last night I just flopped with the shirt I had been wearing." He indicated his body lying in bed. "It didn't make sense to me that I was there in the first place, but the different shirt convinced me that I was dreaming."
"It sounds like it was a projected dream." Peter said, "like the kind I can do, but I can't force people to see things. If the person isn't open to the experience, it just doesn't happen."
"Is there any way to find out who caused it?" Sam asked.
"Not that we know of." Gaby said, "we tried to get some sort of connection to the source while you were out, but we came up empty, not even Sedna could help."
"One thing's for sure Sam, somebody knows you exist, and that is not good." Pamela said. "I was hoping that the 'powers that be' wouldn't spot you for some time. If they've identified you as the Prophet's anti-Christ then they'll be out to kill you on all levels."
"If that were the case," Zeba said, "I think they would have tried physically killing him first. Why use some sort of psychic trap when a bullet is so much more efficient."
"That's a comforting thought." Sam said.
"Sorry Sam, I'm just trying to be practical." Zeba said.
"What about the location?" Sam said. "I was hiding in a boathouse while this storm was tearing it apart, the place looked very real but I had never seen it before."
"Your attacker may have used something out of his own memories." Peter said. "When I work, I form a bridge with someone, I usually tap into their memories to create something, but occasionally I'll project something of my own into the dream for stability. I'll often do this with nightmares, I'll reconstruct a room or a store from some place I considered happy and it becomes a safe place for the person to go for a while."
Sam turned to Pamela. "Didn't you say to me that people with bad intent couldn't operate on this level?"
"That's part of the mystery Sam," Pamela said "you weren't on this level. If it was, any one of us could have made contact with you. You were in a level that none of us even knew existed. You were actually further away, for lack of a better term, than if you were in the physical."
"I don't think we're going to solve this mystery this morning," Zeba said indicating the sunlight streaming in through the windows. "Let's call it a night, and come back to this tomorrow."
"I think the three of us should take turns keeping an eye on Sam," Gaby said, indicating Peter and Pandora. "We might get a clue as to who did this."
"No offense guys, but I really don't need a babysitter." Sam said.
"Too bad." Gaby said, "there's not much you can do about it." She kissed Sam on the cheek and everyone disappeared, Sam found himself feeling both his physical body on the bed, and his non-physical body at the same time. Gradually he felt his attention shifting into the physical, it was an odd feeling, as if his focus was the sand in an hourglass, shifting from one half to the other.
He opened his physical eyes, and glanced at the clock. It was 9:00am and he could here his mother moving around downstairs. Sam headed for the shower; despite his exhaustion he was in no mood to sleep any more.
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