Chapter 90: Tropical Beaches With Saint Nick
I tossed and turned in a half-awake state when, suddenly, the sound of birds caused my eyes to shoot open as I bolted upright in the cot, fully awake. Those had been tropical bird calls, something I hadn’t heard in years. How could they be here? The darkness of my garage vanished into a cheerfully bright sunlight, illuminating a beautiful beach as the bird songs continued.
Instead of my cot, I was now sitting up on a beach chair, and next to me was apparently Santa Claus. The memories came flooding back that I only seemed to be able to fully grasp while I was asleep. Damn, those creatures were still heading for Earth, and this intelligence was stuck here because I couldn’t find a way to make myself remember any of this happened.
“Hello again, Dave. I’m afraid as usual, I have some bad news. With your new return to Earth it seems to have further drawn in those monsters. And it appears you’ve had no luck in remembering any of our conversations in your waking world,” Santa said. I did my best not to let the scene of Santa Claus on a beach distract me too deeply.
“No, I haven’t, and we already have a ton of problems going on. I wish I could add yours to the list, but I’m not sure how to. The moment I wake up, this is all entirely gone,” I said. This was a serious problem, but I had no way to solve it or even work on solving it.
“What about that strange black box over the ocean? Could that help?” Santa asked, pointing one of his jolly fingers toward the water. My eyes followed where he was indicating, only to spot a giant, familiar black message box that was usually only in my mind.
| Corey: Dave, what is going on? There is another presence in our link. Dave: Corey, are you asleep? Do you sleep exactly? Corey: I relax my mental state and go into a lower thought mode. I do not shut down like most species, nor do I dream. Dave: Perfect. I think that means you’re the solution to this giant problem. Corey: What problem is that? Santa: The potential invasion of your universe by monsters from beyond. Dave: You can message here as well? Santa: Apparently. Can most people not? Corey: No, this should be private. I do not understand how you are able to speak here. Dave: When I had my out-of-body experience, I made contact with this entity, and it must have tied us together in some fashion. That isn’t important right now, though. Corey, you need to tell me everything about this conversation. Including that I’ve met him twice before, once in my father’s form and again as a clown. Corey: Do you trust him? Dave: I think I do, yeah. He believes he used to be a person who experienced something similar to what I did and that there are some sort of shark-like monsters being drawn to Earth. Tell me all of this when I wake up. Corey: Understood. Santa: This has all gotten very interesting. I almost feel like a human again. Does that mean I was human? Dave: That too, Corey. Corey: Understood.
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