Mysterious Meandering by Glen Rice. First part of the 9th Chapter. By the time I get up in the morning, Bess has already left for practice. A note on the table states as such: there are two pills next to the note, which I automatically toss in the sink. I make fresh coffee while I think about last night. I remember seeing a blonde curly-hair lady running away from me. Im having difficulty remembering what she was yelling. Far ... too far ... thats it. She says Ive gone too far; that its wrong. She also says something about there being another way. Chasing after her; led me into my bedroom where I was safe. I either staggered or was pushed into my bedroom. If I was pushed into the bedroom, the lady may have been trying to help me. I thought about the description that Bess gave me of Bea Canton. The running lady did match a younger Bea Canton. Is this possible? Im beginning to think so, because it sure as hell happened to me last night, weird as it is. With a fresh cup of coffee, I settle into thinking about the human brain. It hasnt been too long ago that I remember reading about how scientists have discovered rats can actually dream. The project was set up with hopes of finding out more about the human mind; how it works in our world of subconscious. I think its at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology where they made a huge discovery. They invented a machine to measure the pattern of neurons firing into the hippocampus, which is an area of our brain known to be involved in memories. They put rats through a specific test, producing distinctive patterns of brain activity. While the rats are sleeping, they see the very exact pattern; (exactly the same.) Its identical to the neurons firing during the test; enabling the scientists to tell where the rats are at, at any given moment within the dream. Hows that for some weird off-the-wall reality? My thinking ... is that human brains are obviously bigger ... much more complicated. Little rats have issues Im sure, but how complicated can they be, compared to humans? Scientists have just begun to scratch the surface of a rats memory section of the brain. Years and years from now, well discover amazing things about our subconscious ... like things that are happening to me right now. For example: lets pretend the rat scientist has this specific information about me; back when I was a wee baby, and for whatever reasons; Im chosen to have this inventive machine attached to me from day one until now, this very moment. That would be thirty some odd years of studying my active neurons, which have been firing into my hippocampus every moment of my life. By this time, they would have been able to read my distinctive patterns as well, if not better than words on paper. They would be able to say with acute accuracy I might add. My God! Hes remembering that time when he was only three years old and was shoved into that short hallway with the ugly stairs. Theyd be able to read me so well; that they would discover I could remember back when I was only a spark in my daddys eye ... or the day I went on a picnic with my dad and came home with my mother. How amazing would that be ... to remember oneself before insemination? I notice its close enough to noon. I pick up the phone and call for Matt Canton at his work place. Some dingbat secretary says over the phone, The employees are having their lunch right now; can I take a message? Thats a shocking bit of news I wasnt expecting. Especially, when company policy is normally; no phone calls during working hours. Now I know, that Im living in some weird world; but I really cant understand her way of thinking about this at all. This is precisely the reason Im calling at this hour; so the company wont lose out on their production schedules ... this way an employee wont be taken off a working machine to talk to me; I explained. Oh! She says, Ill page him right away for you. I automatically thought about a rats brain. There may not be that much difference to human brains after all ... in some people anyway. Matt picks up the phone. Hello? This is Matt Canton speaking. Hi Matt, this is Buddy. I only wanted to touch base with you about your Aunt ... also, to see what difficulties I would have calling you at work. When are you planning on seeing Bea again? Actually, I was thinking about seeing her right after work, Matt says, why, do you want to come along? I stop Matt right there. I dont think youre fully understanding something; so let me explain to you ... I wouldnt want you to innocently get your Aunt into some sort of a problem; a problem that were not aware of. For reasons that you or I are not aware of, shes afraid of some people knowing about me. I wouldnt want anything to happen to her because of me. Let me suggest something very strongly to you. If someone at the nursing home asks about me; I think it would be wise for your Aunts sake, to say I work at the same place with you. You can tell them that I just happened to be with you that day. You know my true name; but I would only refer to me as Buddy; make up a last name if you want. Ill tell you one more thing about me that you should keep under your hat ... Im a private detective ... my interest is to help your Aunt. Matt says to me, I guess I just didnt realize how serious my Aunt was about all of this. I would certainly be upset, if I did anything that would get her into any kind of trouble ... Ill play it the way you say. It made me feel better to hear Matt say that. If they do ask about me, itll prove on thing for sure. Whats that; Matt asked? It will mean; your Aunt has very good reasons to be concerned; I tell him. Matt seemed to be happy about my involvement in whatever part I was playing in his Aunt Beas life. My Aunt really was happy to see you. Im glad that she had the chance. Hey Matt! Before we hang up. I just remembered what Bess wanted me to ask. Have you ever thought about playing in an orchestra? I know of an opening right now. Matt is quiet for a second. Ive thought about it. There were a few times I thought it would be nice; but thats not what Im all about. Ive been taught by my Aunt; and though it gives me the greatest pleasure to stand alongside her while we play, I dont believe it would be the same in an orchestra. I actually understood where he was coming from. Ill tell you what, Matt; keep an open mind on the subject. Im going to be doing something thats going to free your Aunt of her problems; hopefully soon. Lets save this conversation until then ... what do you say? Matt leaves it open for further discussions at a later date. Okay, Buddy, Ill keep an open mind about it. After I visit my Aunt tonight, Ill give you a call, and let you know what she has to say. She may have something she wants me to tell you. Will you be home tonight? I couldnt have been happier with his cooperation. You bet Ill be home. Ill talk with you then. I put the phone down, feeling very satisfied at how things are moving along. Knowing Bess is going to ask more questions about Kay Monroe and Deloris King today, makes me a little edgy. I can only hope that shell stick with the plan of not asking everybody, and keep the questioning strictly between her and Beverly Hill. Thoughts of Bess asking the wrong person sensitive questions, is too worrisome; dwelling on it isnt doing me any good either. I decide that now would be a perfect time to dig deeper into my story. Its probably not a good idea to put off the story much longer without contacting my agent about my story line. Its amazing to me; that as Im reading along, the story is so accurate ... accurate to what I know as real life. I take time away from reading the story to assess very carefully, the manner in which I received these realities that I thought was fiction. My first thought is of Bess. The information I received must have come from Bess. It only makes sense that she wouldve told me these things. Now I need to figure out, how its possible that she could have told me; and then completely forget that she has. I thought of Bess characteristics as a person; how she really is. Once I get the true picture of the real Bess; its easier to understand how its possible. Bess can get excited about something shes heard during the day, and then at the end of the day, repeat whatever shes heard. If what shes saying doesnt personally alter her life to any degree, she dumps that information from her mind. She dumps it right after she relates the information to me. Much like dumping unneeded information into the trash bin of your computer; ousting useless information, so as not to slow you down. Now when shes asked to recall the information; those memories are in lost files. Only bits of information here and there may be found if you work hard enough to restore. Its not her fault ... God knows that ... its just the way Bess is. Some information shell never be able to retrieve, and this is where the eerie bullshit comes into view. The rickety stairs for example couldnt have come from her, so that must have come from me, my subconscious. The hallway people Ive been seeing lately, walking about the house, could be people from my past or ... to make it more eerie ... passed on to me from Bea. After all, she claims to have met me in the unknown world of subconsciousness. Those rat scientists would just love to peek inside my head right about now I bet; boy, if they only knew about me. I have to admit; Bea knew me right away and I know Ive never seen her before; at least not while I was in my right mind. Thats my problem ... I didnt meet Bea while in my right mind, only when I was out of it. The description of the girls, Bea and Kay, had to have been supplied by Bess at one time or another. The description of the terrible; terrible; stairway, and the emotional ties to my big oak tree must have been supplied from my own subconscious. Anything else, Bea would have had to supply me, somewhere; somehow; and in someway; while I was traipsing around in the unknown world......... The second part of the 9th Chapter of Mysterious Meandering by Glen Rice will be posted soon. glenricebooks.con
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