“When did you tour Paris, Babe?” Josie asked Bruce.
“What?” Bruce said. He takes a deep breath and sits back hard in his chair and gazes at Josie. With a heavy exhale, he says, “Oh, it was a long time ago. Seems like yesterday; I remember it so well. My parents sent me to Paris for a week when I graduated high school. My friend Boston went with me. We had a blast.”
“Wow, that’s a nice graduation gift. I wish my parents had done something like that for me. I always wanted to go to Australia.” Josie said. “So, tell me more about your parents, Bruce. Which are you most like, your father or your mother?”
“Neither now, they both died a few years ago.” Bruce mechanically moves to the kitchen sink and turns the water on. He washes and runs his wet hands through his hair. After getting a drink and taking his anti-depressant, he said, “I’m going to work out and I have some things I want to do before I start work. I’ll call you later.” Josie steps between him and the door. Bruce returns her advances with a weak hug and slight kiss. Josie looks disappointed, but opens the door wishing him a good day.
In the driveway, Bruce swings a leg over the seat and plants himself on his motorcycle. He drops his head back and sighs. The sky is pale blue with the brightness of the early morning sun spawning day. He sighs again; I need to wake up he thinks as he fastens his helmet. It’s getting harder to distinguish between his dreams and reality. It’s more difficult still, to talk without having to lie about his experiences.
He puzzles over his lucid dreams while he works out. His scan results are normal. There’s no reason he should wake from a good nights sleep with headaches. It’s all in his head, he’s told. Its stress doctors tell him. His physician prescribed an anti-depressant. Still, he wakes with an ache in the frontal lobe of his brain every morning. He notices it always leaves sometime during his workout.
Energized and looking sharp in his suit and high polished shoes he enters the office with perfect posture and a big smile for everyone. In routine he checks his email before making calls, setting appointments or training new employees. Today, he doesn’t delete the email advertising parallel universes. Maybe it’s a need to find answers or mere curiosity, but he opens and reads about quantum jumping for the first time.
Since the death of his parents, Bruce has been learning to channel positive thoughts and energy. He’s applying many skill building techniques to help him cope. Now, he is amazed to read about other dimensions of reality. While he listens to the video that was linked to the email, he visualizes as the instructor tells him to do. But, Bruce keeps his eyes open.
The instructor says to walk down the stair well, so he descends the stairs one by one. At the end of the stairs he turns to face a doorway at the end of a long hall. Upon taking a few steps toward the doorway, someone enters the hall from an open door to his right and steps in front of him. They prevent him from going further.
Is this someone I know he asks himself? Bruce asks several questions to himself until he arrives at a positive answer. The person preventing his progress is his mother. That makes so much sense he thinks. Mentally, Bruce descends the stairs again and starts walking down the hall. His mother steps from the door on the right and puts her hands on his chest. Bruce kindly takes her hands in his and says, “Mom, it’s OK, I can do this. I can do this and it’s alright. I’m not doing anything wrong. Come with me. I’m going outside to the pond. Let’s enjoy the sun together.” She did not follow, but she allows him to pass. Bruce is looking at the office door when he pushes the imaginary door open. The sky is a beautiful pastel blue, the grass is vivid green. There is a soft breeze and the scent of lilies fills the air. He takes his shoes off and walks out onto the cool grass and over to the edge of the pond.
The phone rings, disturbing his imaginary world. Business goes as usual this day, but Bruce saves that email until he gets home. He ponders if a poor relationship with his mother is the reason for his headaches. He envisions the long hall again. This time, no one prevents him for walking down the hall. Reading the email, he sees there is a link to a website. There is bounteous information about jumping into another dimension. Stuff hard to believe as reality, like we all have a twin in a parallel universe. It’s interesting to Bruce, but maybe a bit theatrical.
Bruce falls asleep this night with his mother and father on his mind. Never has he felt as alone as he has since their death. So many questions still need answers, but first he must find a way to get rid of this pain, he thinks as he falls asleep. The next morning he wakes with a headache again, but there is a voice telling him, ‘blow a splash on it.” He can’t move. He can only think, ‘how do I blow a splash on it; and blow a splash on what? He has a sudden urge to breathe deeply and blow air across the room, turning his head from left to right. As he blows air, he immediately envisions an ocean wave crashing against a rock. The wave splashes high into the air. At that moment, his headache leaves him. He lay stunned. He thinks painful thoughts associated with his parents and ‘blows a splash on it’ again. He feels energized.
Over the next couple of days, Bruce makes incredible discoveries. Ways he can deal with sadness and loneliness. A feeling of happiness settles upon him. He feels as though there is nothing he can’t accomplish. He determines he will be truthful, happy and he will make those around him happy. Josie is the first person that comes to his mind. Josie meets him for dinner this night.
“Wow, babe, you look good. The week has been kind to you.” Josie said. “You have no idea Josie,” Bruce said as he recounts his week. There was nothing unusual to tell about work, but Josie listens with a different attitude than he’s seen before. And, he listens with actual interest as she talks about events in her week.
“Josie,” he said, “I will confess, I have never been to Paris. I don’t think I was fully awake the other day when I mentioned it. But, something has been nagging at me to go. I wonder if you’d like to plan to go to Paris with me six months from now.” Josie’s excitement filled the room. Hers is the reaction he hoped she’d have.
The next morning Bruce enters the kitchen, washes his hands and runs his hands through his hair. He pours a glass of water, pauses and looks at his medication. He takes his anti-depressant again like every day. But, something tells him he’s ready to come off it. He makes a mental note to call his physician to make an appointment. He wants to be un-medicated when he sees what his alternate self wants him to see when he goes to Paris. This just might be his Midas jump.