Coronado Dreaming (The Silver Strand Series) by G.B. Brulte, Greg Brulte, Gregory Brulte Page A
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longed to let her know that I would even learn to sail, so that we could go out into the bay and play the radio and lounge on the deck in the sun… lounge on the deck and sit there and talk about how wonderful the weather was, and, how often wonderful the world is, too.
I wanted to rub sunscreen on her shoulders while she held her blonde ponytail out of the way, and then have her smile and kiss me on the cheek for doing such a good job.
But, I couldn’t do any of that, because I was in a coma.
I remembered Giddeon picking up a penny and putting it in the empty milk saucer at The Boat House, so, I had him try to take a pen and write a message for her in her journal… it didn’t work. I saw the effort and the concentration on his face, but, it just couldn’t be done. He said there seemed to be rules… that the coin hadn’t really affected the ‘other side’ and perturbed the realities. It could be explained away.
A note from a guy in a coma was just too much.
There is apparently an inertia to the quantum states, and crashing headlong from one into another requires too much energy… too much force. We would have been changing too many realities and realities are ‘heavy’, for lack of a better word to describe them.
Just my luck.
Eventually, we gave up on the note. However, I couldn’t help but think of that scientist that once said ‘Give me a lever long enough and I’ll move the world.’ ”
I vowed to keep looking for that lever.
Chapter 28
After Pebble Beach , Giddeon ‘teleported’ us back to good old San Diego . Bronx Pizza, on Washington Street , to be exact. We were in the back room, the very back booth, sitting on red vinyl seats surrounded by photographs of old boxers and New York baseball greats. In front of me appeared my favorite two slices… Spinach Ricotta and an Eggplant Red Pepper. Giddeon had a Cheese and a Pepperoni. The restaurant was fairly deserted at that hour on a weekday, but I knew from experience that the supper crowd would be coming, soon.
“Sure quicker than flying back,” I said.
“No TSA pat downs, though… you might have enjoyed that, if she was cute.”
He was sounding less and less like an angel to me as time went on.
I rolled my eyes. “Her hands would have gone right through me. Plus, she wouldn’t have been able to see me.”
“Maybe they could have picked you up on their CAT Scanner.”
He was grinning from ear to ear, obviously referring to the fact that only cats could see us. I told him that it wasn’t a CAT Scanner… it was a Backscatter Radiation Detector. I’m sure he knew that, but it didn’t go with his joke.
“So… you don’t need oxygen on the moon?” I inquired, changing the subject.
“Apparently, not. I’m unsure if I bring it with me, or if I’m in a frame of reference where those things are unnecessary. It’s kind of weird, but it seems like I’m breathing when I’m there.” He took a bite of his cheese slice, chewed and swallowed. “Also, it’s really hot or cold depending on if you’re in the shadows, or not… I’m aware of it, but, it doesn’t really bother me. Sort of like that dream you told me about when you and Melody went up into space. You were still comfortable, and you could still smell… remember?”
Mango and lemons invaded my memory. “That was a dream.”
“Maybe everything’s a dream.”
“Humph.” I grunted. “Then, I’d like to wake up, now.”
“And not finish your pizza?”
“Oh, yeah.” I took a bite of the Spinach Ricotta. It was hot and crisp, and I realized how much I really liked white stone pizza without the tomato sauce.
“Dreaming’s not so bad, is it?” my better half remarked.
“As long as it’s not a nightmare… I had my share of those when I was a kid.”
Giddeon got a sheepish look on his face. “That was probably my fault… I have a vivid imagination.
I wanted to rub sunscreen on her shoulders while she held her blonde ponytail out of the way, and then have her smile and kiss me on the cheek for doing such a good job.
But, I couldn’t do any of that, because I was in a coma.
I remembered Giddeon picking up a penny and putting it in the empty milk saucer at The Boat House, so, I had him try to take a pen and write a message for her in her journal… it didn’t work. I saw the effort and the concentration on his face, but, it just couldn’t be done. He said there seemed to be rules… that the coin hadn’t really affected the ‘other side’ and perturbed the realities. It could be explained away.
A note from a guy in a coma was just too much.
There is apparently an inertia to the quantum states, and crashing headlong from one into another requires too much energy… too much force. We would have been changing too many realities and realities are ‘heavy’, for lack of a better word to describe them.
Just my luck.
Eventually, we gave up on the note. However, I couldn’t help but think of that scientist that once said ‘Give me a lever long enough and I’ll move the world.’ ”
I vowed to keep looking for that lever.
Chapter 28
After Pebble Beach , Giddeon ‘teleported’ us back to good old San Diego . Bronx Pizza, on Washington Street , to be exact. We were in the back room, the very back booth, sitting on red vinyl seats surrounded by photographs of old boxers and New York baseball greats. In front of me appeared my favorite two slices… Spinach Ricotta and an Eggplant Red Pepper. Giddeon had a Cheese and a Pepperoni. The restaurant was fairly deserted at that hour on a weekday, but I knew from experience that the supper crowd would be coming, soon.
“Sure quicker than flying back,” I said.
“No TSA pat downs, though… you might have enjoyed that, if she was cute.”
He was sounding less and less like an angel to me as time went on.
I rolled my eyes. “Her hands would have gone right through me. Plus, she wouldn’t have been able to see me.”
“Maybe they could have picked you up on their CAT Scanner.”
He was grinning from ear to ear, obviously referring to the fact that only cats could see us. I told him that it wasn’t a CAT Scanner… it was a Backscatter Radiation Detector. I’m sure he knew that, but it didn’t go with his joke.
“So… you don’t need oxygen on the moon?” I inquired, changing the subject.
“Apparently, not. I’m unsure if I bring it with me, or if I’m in a frame of reference where those things are unnecessary. It’s kind of weird, but it seems like I’m breathing when I’m there.” He took a bite of his cheese slice, chewed and swallowed. “Also, it’s really hot or cold depending on if you’re in the shadows, or not… I’m aware of it, but, it doesn’t really bother me. Sort of like that dream you told me about when you and Melody went up into space. You were still comfortable, and you could still smell… remember?”
Mango and lemons invaded my memory. “That was a dream.”
“Maybe everything’s a dream.”
“Humph.” I grunted. “Then, I’d like to wake up, now.”
“And not finish your pizza?”
“Oh, yeah.” I took a bite of the Spinach Ricotta. It was hot and crisp, and I realized how much I really liked white stone pizza without the tomato sauce.
“Dreaming’s not so bad, is it?” my better half remarked.
“As long as it’s not a nightmare… I had my share of those when I was a kid.”
Giddeon got a sheepish look on his face. “That was probably my fault… I have a vivid imagination.
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