Just after returning from the kitchen where I do my nightly coffee pot setup in preparation for the morning every time Julia and I stay in our Newtonian Gardens apartment, I remembered that it was that time. Yup! Time to write another journal entry and, “What a day it’s been.”
Well… Ok… Maybe not that crazy of a day. But… Yeah… Even though we decided to spend the evening hear in our apartment for a change of pace… I figured I’d break out the laptop and write about it while my princess sleeps.
I didn’t wake up at our house in the morning with a monster headache like I did yesterday, which felt something like the Creature from the Black Lagoon trying to claw its way out of my head. What I did wake up with though was quite pleasant. Hot and sexy in fact. Yeah… I’ll never get tired of writing this. In addition to being intelligent, adventurous and athletically built, “Julia is downright gorgeous!”
I really didn’t want to get out of bed as early as I did but… I figured it might be a smart idea to make some notations on a rather grizzly vision I had at one point during the night, “Just in case the FBI came calling again.” It wasn’t something I really wanted to do… The look of terror on the white woman’s face when she found out her teenage son was murdered by the same twenty-four-year-old black gang member who was about to rape her at gun point… Well… “That’s a scene that can’t be unseen!”
But… If the crime really did take place, at least I can tell whoever comes calling that the little bastard picked up her hair brush off her dresser and used it before leaving her, clearly thinking the woman was unconscious.
And… Just to verify information, I can tell them she was wearing a white blouse and black slacks when the crime started, plus the fact that she had curly medium brown shoulder length hair. I think, too, she might have been about five foot seven and in her late thirties.
I’m not sure how I knew that the gang banger was black. Maybe it was his voice. Maybe I just sensed it. I never did see his face though. He was wearing all black clothing from head to toe, too.
When visions like this come around, we write stuff like this down hoping like hell we never actually have to refer to it again. But… Sadly enough, in this case, “I’ve got a not so good feeling about it in the pit of my stomach.”
Julia walked into my study with two cups of coffee and set one down on my desk. “That doesn’t look like fun,” she said. She then added, “I’m sorry babe. I really wasn’t trying to read over your shoulder and spy. But…”
I turned and kissed her at that point saying, “You couldn’t help but be curious.” I then pointed out, “If I was that worried about you seeing what I was writing I’d have turned the screen shade on.”
I then kissed her again saying, let me just finish this up here and I’ll come sit with you on the couch. She gave my shoulder a light squeeze in response and sat down on the couch behind me.
So… A few minutes later, I finished up and went to sit with her. We sat and drank our coffee in silence for a few minutes before she asked, “Do you really think it happened?” I nodded saying, “This time I am about eighty-five percent certain it did. Where and when though? That’s the million-dollar question. All I know was it was nighttime out and he forced his way into her house telling her that her son was already dead. Then he raped her in her bedroom before brushing his hair with her hairbrush and leaving.”
I then continued, “Somehow, I didn’t see the actual rape. I knew it had happened though. Then I heard him brushing his hair and saw her very cautiously sit up as I heard him walk out of the room.”
“You lost time in the dream?” Julia asked me. “Yes,” I said. “It was as though someone had inserted a two second segment of black screen into a video to blank out the part where a violent rape would have been.”
She then put her empty coffee cup down on a small end table next to her and moved close to me. “Is that empty?” she asked me, touching my hand that was holding the cup. I nodded and she took it from me and placed it beside hers. Then she moved close to me and holding me tight… Well… One thing led to another and…. Um… That moment kicking off what was to be, “A great start to a great day.”