It's Not a Myth
Angie’s apartment, hours later:
Under the covers, naked and wrapped up in each others arms, Angie and Bill, after talking in their own unique way, they lay together with a new understanding between them.
“What are you thinking?” Angie asked, basking in the glow of their lovemaking. It didn’t surprise her that this time was different. They had communicated in more ways other than with their bodies. It felt extraordinary and she wanted to talk about it. She hoped that he wanted to talk, as well.
“About you and me, and earlier tonight.”
“Oh,” she whispered, not sure if she wanted to go over their ‘almost’ break-up.
He felt the change in her. “No, not about that, but about meeting with this professor.”
“What about it?”
“Well, I never told him that I was different, but it was about a friend of mine.”
“If we tell him the same thing, and if he remembers you, we may have to confess.”
“No, we can’t do that, then he’ll want to do experiments on us. I don’t want that.”
She thought about that. “You may be right.”
“Let me think about this. As I said, his findings are on the Internet.”
“But it’s not the same as talking with the source.”
He sighed. “I know.”
“I know what, if he remembers you, just tell him that we would never consent to doing experiments, and maybe he’ll just tell us his findings.”
“That’s a long shot, but we can give it a try.”
“He can’t do experiments on anyone without their consent; that’s the law.”
He suddenly rolled her to her back. “Oh, I would never interfere with the law.”
“You better not, or you could wind up in jail.”
“Jail, huh, well, I would gladly go if you were there.”
She pulled him closer, nose-to-nose, she whispered, “I would do anything for you.”
“Anything?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Hum, let me think.”
“Think about this,” she whispered and then they kissed repeatedly, never tiring of it. Then he proceeded to show her just how much he loved and needed her.
“Hum, right there, don’t stop,” Angie whispered, then she pushed Bill back onto the bed as she straddled his hips, removed her ponytail clasp and shook her hair free. It flowed over her shoulders and chest in silken waves.
Bill thought she had never looked more beautiful. He couldn’t help staring at her magnificent breasts. He touched the left nipple as it puckered under his fingertips. He licked his lips. That small gesture turned Angie on so much, she closed her eyes and pushed her breasts together and tweaked her nipples into rosy pebbles. “Oh, Bill, please,” she begged.
Bill was happy to oblige. He leaned up and took her left nipple into his mouth and squeezed and stroked its twin. Angie arched her back, loving his mouth and hands on her breasts.
“Angie, I don’t want to leave this bed. I want to love you, night and day, day and night,” Bill moaned as he kissed his way down her beautiful body.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Angie sighed as she closed her eyes and opened her legs to invite him inside. The things he was doing to her made her lose all sense of self. I can’t deny that Bill is an amazing lover and he’s mine all mine. She had to have him… now. “Bill, I need you inside me… please,” she panted.
“As you wish,” he smiled at her, loving her responses. He kissed his way back up her body and then he was home. It was like the stars colliding, 4th of July fireworks and every cliché he had ever heard about making love to your soul mate, and it was all true. She’s really and truly mine. He moved slowly at first to please her and himself. He kissed her soft lips and thrust his tongue inside her mouth as they moved together in sweet rhythm. Angie’ moans fueled his own desire, then he could feel her climbing and he moved faster and faster following her over that peak, holding her tight, kissing her cheek, her throat, and then he lost himself in that moment. He came back to earth rolling to his back and pulling her tight against him. He kissed her temple, stroking her hair and arms. Angie fell asleep in his arms, then he joined her in their own private dream world.
Hours later, while in a beautiful dream, a dream where all their wishes and dreams come true. She turned at the sound of her name, and Bill was standing dressed and ready to leave.
“Hey, sleepyhead, I got to go. I’ll call you later once I contact the professor.”
She stared at him, then raised her arms. “One more kiss?”
He couldn’t resist her, then leaned down and kissed her. Angie wanted more, so she pulled his arms close. He removed her arms. “Wow, you sure are something.”
He slipped on his holster and gun, then his jacket. “I’ll call you.” Then he was gone.
Angie did not want to leave this bed. Last night was incredible; they’d never been that close. Glancing at the clock, she squealed. I have one hour to get to work. She jumped in the shower, no time to wash her hair, dried off and got dressed in record time. No time to eat; I’ll grab a bagel on the way.
She exited her bedroom and ran into Dede. “Oh, sorry; did you get in?”
“Yeah, I saw Bill just now. “So, you two made up?”
“Oh, yeah, we made up alright.” She then told her about the professor. “Bill and I are hoping to meet him today and talk about that weird topic we talked about last night,” she said, still leery about this crazy idea of telepathic dreams.
“You still don’t believe it? Well, I do. Like he said, the mind is so full mysteries, that we may never know all about it.”
“I suppose that’s true, but I want to hear all about it from the horses’ mouth, as they say.”
“Well, you two are very blessed. Apparently, it’s a new ability and you should cherish it and not think less of yourself because of it.”
She frowned. “I don’t feel less of myself.”
“Really, well, your first reaction was to reject it; reject him.”
“I didn’t reject him; just his ideas.”
“Angie, you’re an educated woman; opening your mind to new ideas has never worked against you and it shouldn’t now.”
“I have opened my mind; we talked about a lot of things, not just about telepathy.”
“Good, well, good luck with your meeting.”
“Thanks,” she said and headed out.
Columbia University, later that afternoon:
Bill pulled up in front of the Department of Psychology, and walked up to the front door.
“I’m surprised he could fit us in on such short notice.”
“Well, it’s as we feared, he remembers me,” Bill said.
“Oh, I see, well, we’ll keep this simple. We’ll just say that we’re extremely interested in this rather unique subject matter, and that should satisfy him.”
“I hope you’re right,” Bill said and opened the door for her. They climbed the stairs and stood at the door.
“Here goes,” he said and walked inside. “Professor Baker? Are you here!?”
“Yes, I’m here; you don’t have to yell.” He came out his office, narrowed his eyes and pulled out his glasses. “It is you, William Douglas, it’s good to see you again.” They shook hands. “And this is your friend you told me about over the phone. She’s lovely.”
“Yes, professor, this is Ms. Angela Bennett.” She held out her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you Professor Baker,” Angela said politely.
“Did you say Angela Bennett? I remember you and you too, Bill. Your names were all over the news about that mob case.”
“Yes, that was us.”
“You should be very proud of that.”
“We are,” Bill said.
“Now, what can I help you with?” He asked and headed to his classroom papers which were strewn all over his desk. “You’re lucky you caught me at this particular time. Classes won’t start for several weeks, but as you can see, I’m extremely busy.”
“This won’t take long. Ms. Bennett and I wanted to ask you a few questions about your findings concerning telepathic dreams.”
He frowned. “You asked me about that years ago, Bill, and why are you back now asking…” He stopped and stared at his friend. “I had a feeling; you two have shared dreams? Is that true?”
“We’re not sure,” Angie answered him honestly.
“We have no idea what’s happening.” Bill followed Angie’s lead.
“Well, don’t be afraid. I’ve heard some wild stories about why this happens to two people. It has happened in the past and you can’t be hurt by it.”
They both sighed in relief.
“I can see you’re both truly concerned. Let’s sit down.”
After sitting down in chairs lined up for students, he told them about his experiments decades ago. “When I first began to explore this concept of non-physical phenomena, it seemed like a good idea just to see it if can be done. The idea wasn’t new. It goes way back to Freud and his study of psychoanalytical areas of the brain. You see, in my experiment, one person carried an image in his mind and went to sleep. The other person went to sleep relatively at the same time, and once they woke up, the second person saw images contained in the other person's mind, but the images were not the same, only similar. It was a breakthrough, so I decided, why not try it with multiple people and it worked."
“That’s amazing, but these test subjects you chose, did they have any abilities before they joined the experiments?” Angie asked.
“What kind of abilities?”
“The ability to see the future,” Bill confessed.
“No, they were chosen randomly, but that would be incredible.” He paused. “Do you two have that ability, to see the future?”
They glanced at each other. “Yes, we do.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you. I’m truly honored.”
“Can you tell us anything else about the experiments?”
“Well, let’s see, one particular experiment took place years later, when the test subjects were separated, not in the same room or the same building, but miles apart.
“Miles apart; how far apart?” Angie asked, fascinated.
“Hundreds of miles.”
“That’s amazing, and did it work?”
“Yes, it did, plus the telepathic sender actually influenced the other so completely that they were almost the same. I couldn’t have been more pleased.”
“Well, we did it.”
His eyes widened. “You did; tell me about it.”
“Well, I had the dream and I think Bill had the dream after I did,” Angie said.
“So, you think you influenced his dream?”
“Yes, I think I did.”
“Wow, I could write a book about the both of you.” He raised his eyebrows. “I wouldn’t use your real names, of course. And you would be paid quite handsomely.”
“Handsomely?” Bill asked, thinking about it.
“Pull those dollar signs back in your head. We’ll think about it.” Angie stared at her boyfriend. He had the decency to look sheepish.
Angie stood up. “Thank you, Professor Baker. “You’ve been a tremendous help to us and our unique ability. We do appreciate taking the time to speak with us.” The shook hands.
“Yes, thank you Professor.” Bill shook his hand.
“Just remember my offer.”
“We will,” Bill said then they were gone.
In the car ride, back to her office, Angie couldn’t help teasing him. “Handsomely?”
“I was playing along. I don’t need the money, but it would be nice to retire or take a year or even six months off.”
“A year off sounds really nice to me.”
“Really, you would consider doing that?”
“I don’t know, maybe I would need a really good excuse to do that.”
“What kind of excuse?”
“Maybe write a book, or take that trip to Europe, the Caribbean or even further than that, to Aruba or any number of places.”
“Sounds really good to me. I’ve never taken any vacation time; I have tons.”
“Me neither. I may have several weeks to kill.”
“Several weeks sounds amazing. The Caribbean?”
“Sand in our shoes, kisses on the beach,” she said.
“Just like a dream.”
“But it’s never just a dream, not to us.”
He smiled. “No, never.”
She rested her head on his shoulder as they drove off.