Well, I’ve just had a delightful little experience in the mind. Just trying to be a good parent and family man I was. Responding to some sort of government directive to ensure that my family was prepared for an unspecified disaster of some nature – a tsunami perhaps, maybe an earthquake – quite unclear now. I’d been looking at inscrutable maps from some government file. Charts of topography, nautical features, a shoreline close to home. At some point I climbed a nearby hill and scanned the horizon with binoculars. Just over there, around and behind that small hill and across a little inlet. The answer was there. The question was very murky, but the need to investigate this particular locale was pressing, and could be kind of fun, I thought.
At first I suppose I was driving, then apparently on a bicycle. I recognized a couple of features. A run-down looking intersection – three way with a stop sign coming upon a little-used rural road . Jog right on the road – but something limiting progress in that direction. A dead-end of some kind. High vegetation. No, turn left on a roughly paved but lonely road, little more than a private drive, but no signs saying keep out or no trespassing. Here it gets a little weird. Ben Stiller is in my head with a running monologue. No memorable lines, just a nervous patter… idle jokes about dangerous places one shouldn’t be poking into… anecdotes of rural tragedy. I’m walking now and I’ve got company. Good thing it’s a cop, but for some reason he doesn’t have a patrol car. He’s on foot like me. I give him some mumbo jumbo about my investigation to satisfy the preparedness crap. He’s impressed enough to urge me to continue the investigation. We continue down the road. It’s getting quite dark. The road curves around. Things don’t look promising. I get my hackles up. I suggest – or maybe it was he – that it might be best to turn around and investigate another day. But wait. There’s a building. Red and yellow faded paint and signage. It appears to be an old foreign-run convenience store or something, vaguely Mexican perhaps. A door hangs open and there is soft light inside. Everything getting nearly black outside of that doorway. The cop says he’ll take a look. I stand and wait.
Now it’s dead silent and black as pitch. Literally can’t see a hand in front of my face. The cop seems to be back because something brushes up against me. I hear a soft voice, almost a whisper, speaking in a strong foreign accent, “I… I… want to thank you…”
I start to say “you’re welcome” perfunctorily, when a terrified thought shoots through me. Who the hell is this and WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COP!?!?
Awake in cold sweat.
Good time to go downstairs. Might just stay up a little while.
The weird thing is how recognizable that intersection was. And so close to home. Very weird place the mind.