Free Surreal Ecstasy by Chrissy Moon

that," Dess
replied in a tone that was not only pretty rude but suggested that any moron
would have been aware of that.
    Another second of silence. Dr.
Hearse cleared his throat quickly, turning to me and saying, "Well,
Morgan, I was stopping by to see if you wanted to have that chat with me. It's
pretty important, you know, for your—"
    "No!" Dess murmured in
that same rude tone, putting her flattened palm out to him in a universal 'stop'
symbol. "She's not going to do that now. Visitor's hours are almost over
and I don't think you should take up any of my time doing whatever the
hell you gotta do."
    Clearing his throat again, looking
back and forth from Dess to me—clearly embarrassed—he nodded quickly and left
my room, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible.
    "Wow. You do not like
that man," I told her.
    She visibly relaxed, her shoulders
sagging in. "I don't like guys like that," she said obscurely. "They
evaluate you and say that if you don't think exactly the way they do, you
suffer from some sort of delusional distress and must take daily medication to
assimilate to the masses."
    I replayed what she said in my
head, nodding in agreement after it all sunk in. "How did you know he was
a psychiatrist?"
    "I know people. That's all."
Dess scoffed and shook her head.
    "So, you had something you
wanted to tell me?" I prompted, choosing to ignore her sexuality
declaration just moments ago. I so wanted to ask her about the guy—her possible
brother—but something told me I needed to pay attention to what she was going
to say instead.
    "Yes," she agreed in a
relieved tone. "Morgan," she said, standing up and walking closer to
my railed bedside, "I'm from the God Generation, and I need your help."

Chapter 6
     
     
    That's not something you hear
everyday. Especially since I had no idea what it meant.
    But Friend had said that phrase to
me in one of my dreams. Hadn't he? What did he say about it? I tried to
remember, but as I looked at Dess, I realized she was waiting for my response.
    I nodded and smiled slowly, giving
her an 'I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about-but-I-respect-you-enough-to-not-make-fun-of-you'
look.
    Dess gave a brief, sincere chuckle,
sitting back down on her chair but not before pulling it closer to where she
had been standing. "Look," she began, her voice sounding friendlier
than the words she chose, "I don't have a lot of time to explain. I'm
telling you because I need your help. I can't figure this out alone."
    "Well, what does it mean? What's
a God Generation? Is that like one of those people who feel they can do
whatever they want?"
    "No, that's a god complex .
A little different. I'm pretty sure you've never heard of the God Generation
before."
    I paused. "No, Dess, I…"
    She had been looking down at the
floor, but her head snapped up to look at me. "You know something. Tell me
what it is." Her eyes shone with excitement.
    "No. I don't know anything,
really." I laughed in spite of myself, and looked into space, trying to
remember what Friend told me. "It's just… I… he… someone told me something
possibly relevant not too long ago. It was a dream, and I didn't understand it…"
    "Ohmigod! It was your angel.
Your guardian angel warned you, right? She told you I was coming, didn't she?
Tell me everything!"
    "How—? But it wasn't a 'she.' 
It was a 'he.'"
    "Okay, well, what did he say? It doesn't sound as crazy as you think it does, Morgue. You've gotta
believe me."
    I pulled out whatever meager memories
from that dream I could. It was mentally straining. "He said you were odd,
but a… jewel?"
    She threw her head back and
laughed. "Odd," she said, clearly amused. "He doesn't even know
me."
    I was getting impatient with not
understanding, not being able to put the pieces together. "Dess… can you
explain this all to me, please?"
    She smiled again, studying the
palms of her hands as if they would give her a clue about how to finish this
conversation with me. "We're low on time so