Coronado Dreaming (The Silver Strand Series) by G.B. Brulte, Greg Brulte, Gregory Brulte Page B
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Probably spilled over onto you, sometimes.”
After a sip of Coke, I said, “You know, I dreamed a snake bit me, once. I woke up screaming. Scared the heck out of my brother in the next room. Funny thing… later on that same day, I was almost in the same position down by the lake…”
I demonstrated the position using my arms.
“…I had my left hand on a cypress tree and was reaching down to the water for something shiny, just like in my dream.” After another bite of pizza, I repositioned my arms, and dipped one hand towards the floor, mimicking my childhood movements. “I stopped, because it was déjà vu to the max. I backed up and looked around the tree, and there, behind it, was the biggest water moccasin I’d ever seen! We scared him off throwing rocks at him. I got the shiny thing from the edge of the lake, by the way. It was a ball bearing… I kept it so I would always remember.”
“Glad to be of service,” said Giddeon with his palms out towards me in a magnanimous gesture.
“You showed me the future in a dream?”
“Yep. It doesn’t always work, though… and, I was showing you a possible future. There’re so many that it’s hard predicting which ones will actually come to pass.”
He took in some of his Pepperoni slice.
“So, you are a guardian angel.”
Giddeon smiled, swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t think so… it was more an act of self-preservation.”
I mulled that over for a moment. Then, “Where were you when that golf ball was flying my way?”
“Like I said… it doesn’t always work. Plus, I was asleep.”
“Great. My guardian angel has narcolepsy.”
“Hey, I tried, but you were so preoccupied with Melody that there was no way I was getting through. Anyway, I think some things are meant to happen.”
“ This was meant to happen? I meet the perfect girl, and the next day I’m in a coma?!”
It came out a little more sharply than I had intended.
“Hey… you get to play Pebble Beach . Free pizza and smoothies anytime you want… it could be worse.”
“Sorry… didn’t mean to raise my voice. But, what could be worse than that empty feeling I get when I think about her being over there, and me, being over here?”
Gid replied, “Oh, lots of things…lots of things.” He had a faraway look in his eyes. “As a matter of fact, I’ll show you, tomorrow. Tonight, the Presidential Suite at The Del has got my name on it. I’m a little tired.”
We finished the rest of our pizza. When our Cokes were refilled, Giddeon said, “You ready to go?”
“Yeah.” I felt a little bad about kind of snapping at him, earlier, so I said, “Hey Gid… it was fun, today. Thanks.”
“Yeah, it was. Glad you came along. See you, tomorrow.”
There was a flash, and then I was on my bed next to Boris… the cup of cola still in my hand.
Chapter 29
I had a good night’s sleep. The cat was gone when I woke up, but he made his appearance about 30 minutes into my morning. Boris jumped onto the table and began licking his paws and cleaning his face… most likely, he had been to The Boat House for breakfast and a real scratching from the waitress.
I took a shower, brushed, flossed and put on blue jeans along with a jersey type shirt and tennis shoes. I knew none of the hygiene ritual was necessary, but old habits die hard. I picked up my guitar and strummed a few chords; Giddeon and I had recently been working on a song called ‘ Breathe ’. I chopped an A chord for a few measures, and began:
Every time you walk into the room…
I feel a little zoom.
And, when you turn my way…
I know everything, is all okay.
And, every time I look into your eyes…
I see the summer skies,
And, when I hold your hand…
I
After a sip of Coke, I said, “You know, I dreamed a snake bit me, once. I woke up screaming. Scared the heck out of my brother in the next room. Funny thing… later on that same day, I was almost in the same position down by the lake…”
I demonstrated the position using my arms.
“…I had my left hand on a cypress tree and was reaching down to the water for something shiny, just like in my dream.” After another bite of pizza, I repositioned my arms, and dipped one hand towards the floor, mimicking my childhood movements. “I stopped, because it was déjà vu to the max. I backed up and looked around the tree, and there, behind it, was the biggest water moccasin I’d ever seen! We scared him off throwing rocks at him. I got the shiny thing from the edge of the lake, by the way. It was a ball bearing… I kept it so I would always remember.”
“Glad to be of service,” said Giddeon with his palms out towards me in a magnanimous gesture.
“You showed me the future in a dream?”
“Yep. It doesn’t always work, though… and, I was showing you a possible future. There’re so many that it’s hard predicting which ones will actually come to pass.”
He took in some of his Pepperoni slice.
“So, you are a guardian angel.”
Giddeon smiled, swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t think so… it was more an act of self-preservation.”
I mulled that over for a moment. Then, “Where were you when that golf ball was flying my way?”
“Like I said… it doesn’t always work. Plus, I was asleep.”
“Great. My guardian angel has narcolepsy.”
“Hey, I tried, but you were so preoccupied with Melody that there was no way I was getting through. Anyway, I think some things are meant to happen.”
“ This was meant to happen? I meet the perfect girl, and the next day I’m in a coma?!”
It came out a little more sharply than I had intended.
“Hey… you get to play Pebble Beach . Free pizza and smoothies anytime you want… it could be worse.”
“Sorry… didn’t mean to raise my voice. But, what could be worse than that empty feeling I get when I think about her being over there, and me, being over here?”
Gid replied, “Oh, lots of things…lots of things.” He had a faraway look in his eyes. “As a matter of fact, I’ll show you, tomorrow. Tonight, the Presidential Suite at The Del has got my name on it. I’m a little tired.”
We finished the rest of our pizza. When our Cokes were refilled, Giddeon said, “You ready to go?”
“Yeah.” I felt a little bad about kind of snapping at him, earlier, so I said, “Hey Gid… it was fun, today. Thanks.”
“Yeah, it was. Glad you came along. See you, tomorrow.”
There was a flash, and then I was on my bed next to Boris… the cup of cola still in my hand.
Chapter 29
I had a good night’s sleep. The cat was gone when I woke up, but he made his appearance about 30 minutes into my morning. Boris jumped onto the table and began licking his paws and cleaning his face… most likely, he had been to The Boat House for breakfast and a real scratching from the waitress.
I took a shower, brushed, flossed and put on blue jeans along with a jersey type shirt and tennis shoes. I knew none of the hygiene ritual was necessary, but old habits die hard. I picked up my guitar and strummed a few chords; Giddeon and I had recently been working on a song called ‘ Breathe ’. I chopped an A chord for a few measures, and began:
Every time you walk into the room…
I feel a little zoom.
And, when you turn my way…
I know everything, is all okay.
And, every time I look into your eyes…
I see the summer skies,
And, when I hold your hand…
I
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