It was a normal mission nothing out of the ordinary for what we do. However, it was always interesting starting of in a new plain of existence. This one seemed to be stuck in a time loop which wasn't altogether bad. My past life was in a way erased from my head more easily defined as being set aside for the moment.
In-accessible unless I needed it. This plain and many parts of it were stuck in a time loop one that I could transverse from loop to loop in. The first one I found myself in was densely populated by mixed foliage but to me it all looked my common house ferns just a bit bigger. Like someone had taken the Transform tool in
Photoshop and enlarged them so they looked like dense and wild foliage. This certain loop was inhabited by a girl of stunning beauty a queen in her own right she had dark skin but not so dark as to have indistinguishable features from shadows. She had crazed hair that was as
un-tamable as the surrounding house ferns turned jungle. She was curvy and not playboy bunny airbrushed curvy but real curves she was a real woman. And I loved her for it. In that loop we lived out our days blissful in the ignorance of the repeating events all around us we just loved the company of the other. Our passion no secret to the wilds around us. The swims in the
hot springs naked for we cared not whom co
uld see us for the loop was ours alone. Once while exploring the spacey yet ultimately confining space that was our loop I found myself standing up in a gymnasium of screaming fans.
I was not what they were screaming for I was nothing more than an on-looker. But I happened upon a familiar face. Names were not present in my
consciousness but we understood we knew each other from somewhere. She rushed over to me. Pretty, but not to the point of being
noticeable she had her own charm,
Asian if I had to pick a people group to associate her with. Long black hair with a swatch of purple on one side. She had a look of
urgency on her face mixed with equal portions of fear and crazy. To be most specific a caged animal. I understood in the back of my mind she was unable to leave her loop. She ushered me to the side so the patrons would not hear our
palaver. She told me of how she had been stuck here trying to
thwart the evil plans of the general sense of doom that hung over her. She knew not what it was but was sure that in it's
foreboding nature it was after her. I told her I would take care of it, I told her I would make it better.
That's when I stepped into the next loop it was filled with scientists of some sort obviously lab technicians by the long white coats but I did not know what they researched. My house fern foliage was quickly noticed as we had no reason to
properly cover myself when living with my wild passionate queen. I wondered why each loop didn't
deliver me with new clothes. Also I realized how the last agent had so quickly made me in the crowd. DEAR GOD! I was wearing ferns at a sports event. Oh well, as if the knowledge was downloaded into my head I knew the danger my co-
agent had felt and why it loomed so near at hand. These men were obviously trying to launch a screwdriver through to our
dimension to trigger a nuclear device to explode with
cataclysmic repercussions. Though I knew not why they tried to use a screwdriver. Still the
danger seemed most real. With my
appearance they worked in
fervor to complete this
disastrous deed.
As quickly as I had come I was yanked back to the gym and the girl. She screamed at me, "These LIGHTS have never turned off... my retinas feel like their about to explode." That's when it happened the sound of an object exceeding a natural speed was painfully obvious to both of us. We looked up and out of her loop
and past the stadium lights we saw through the transparent gym ceiling a screw driver sailing towards it's intended
target.
That's when three men caught us both u
p and drew us back through a trans-dimensional gate. I felt failure for not being able to complete my mission and a loss at losing the new love of my life. May she live happily forever in her house fern
Paradise. The screwdriver struck and our reality was re
nt asunder.
I awoke quite suddenly while driving to an airport. I turned abruptly trying to regain control of a
vehicle I had
presumably had control of before. Was this another jump? Was I back to my true plain of
existence? I knew not. I drove on taking a left at the stop light and noticed but did not register a truck that swerved to take up
pursuit. I came over a hill and saw the Great Arch. I must be in St.
Louis. There it was that impossible bridge the
bane of every St.
Louis trip I have ever taken standing high before me. I had my foot out the car window there was not time to take it in. The traffic was moving
insanely fast. I started to bump the side as I took the near vertical decent. Fearing for my life still trying to pull my foot in the car and driving as speeds not becoming of a decent or the narrowness of the road I found myself gratefully at the end behind a line of stacked up traffic.
I got out and noticed sick people being carted by men in hordes I got out and offered my assistance and was handed a sick
midget I passed him on to the next person like a bucket of water in a 1930's fire extinguishing attempts. Next, I was handed an elderly man and passed him with ease like he was as light as a bag of
potato chips. Not the kind you get from the supermarket but the kind you get from a Deli that feel full but are actually just all air. I asked the others lending a hand what had happened and they said there was a fire scare at the hospital and I promptly replied, " Thank GOD they have a hospital under that
bat shit crazy tall bridge! They must have so many accidents." They just looked at me and shrugged, " I guess so." I broke line and went into the hospital where they had a 15 story tall lobby and each floor on
either side of a man made water fall had living art exhibits. The one I focused on was an orange room with Johnny
Depp. I knew not whom was above or below him but I knew I had seen them in movies. I made my way up to confront him about the possible fire threat. Just when I had made it
there and was trying to convey my worries the glass behind me was blown out and two what I assumed were
bounty hunters or
assassins were there looking to coral me. I would not go easy. In a classic John Woo
technique I
leaped through the window only realizing shortly after that I had no idea how I would survive a 12 story fall. All that passed though as I landed in a booth at a Tex-Mex restaurant with a menu in front of me.
Perplexed as I was at at the sudden turn of events I was still hungry and proceeded to order. When I happened to look over the top of my menu and see the same dimensional agents who had pulled me through the rift not but a table of giggling girls between us. "That's it I screamed."
Immediately silencing and drawing the attention of the giggling girls. "Stop following me!" They conveyed loud enough for me to hear that they were the ones who saved me. I... still a little mad that they were
interrupting my
dinner said, 'Call off your goons." They looked surprised that I knew. "We can't have
hit men coming in here after me they will disturb both of our meals." At this the giggling girls quickly got up and took off. The manager, unhappy at leaving clients came up and asked if we knew each other. "Apparently yes," we replied. So he asked if we would all like to be sat together so as not to
inconvenience any more of his patrons. We looked at each other tilted are heads as if to consider the
possibility and then
agreed, "yes." I asked the men why I was in St
Louis and they said this is where I asked to be left. Obviously because my brother Aaron lives here. Of course it was all starting to fit together the pieces of this
jumbled puzzle were falling into place.
That's when I woke up with an urgent need to use the restroom. It was such a real dream the terror I felt when coming over that bridge the
urgency I had to call my brother Aaron for help even though he does not live in St.
Louis. All so real and yet just a dream from a quick nap I took after work. I called my brother anyway.
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seating then that area is turned into seats for audience and thus our seats were 1 row from the front. We got to watch the whole play which was masterfully done and might I add the actors who all seemed to play multiple instruments was just stunning. Naturally afterward we all thanked the luck of the gods for allowing us such privileged seats on accident.
