Free Surreal Ecstasy by Chrissy Moon Page A

I'll give you the cliff-notes
version, and you can try to commit me later. I first heard of the God
Generation from my family and other people from L.A. I was a god in a past life
and don't know anything much about it. I think there are others like me out
there, and that there are people that can help us—people like you."
    A god. In a past life. Sure.
Cuckoo-Land, here we come. Right after we stop in Dr. Hearse's office. Briefly,
I wondered how I'd be able to slip him a note without Dess seeing me, one that
said I'm being held hostage by a muttering crazy chick. Please help, and get
out a strai t jacket !
    "What? What are you talking
about, Dess? I mean, first of all, how do you even know you were a god in a
past life? What god could you possibly have been? Secondly, why me? How do you
think I can help you?"
    Dess looked over her shoulder at
the brilliantly-lit hallway outside my door. "There's no time," she
repeated. "You are meant to help me and others like me."
    "You think I can help you? I'm
not part of the God Generation," I told her defensively, yet why exactly I
was defensive, I didn't know. I continued speaking, my last conversation with
Friend starting to come back to me. "And that whole thing with my angel…
well, that's just… I don't know, creepy. He literally just told me a few hours
ago in a dream that he isn't my imaginary friend but an angel, and then said a
few more crazy things, something about the God Generation and how I'm supposed
to be…an Architect, I think it was?"
    "What?" She looked like
she couldn't breathe.
    "Friend—uh, my angel—said I
was called a human helper, an architect, because I construct…" How did he
term it again? "…mind rooms. I make mind rooms."
    She leapt up. Her frantic state of
mind was so amusing that if I wasn't so annoyed from all the confusion, I would
have laughed.
    "You make mind rooms! Of
course! That's how you're going to help me."
    "Dess…" I began to say
impatiently. "I still don't understand this. Please." Idly, I moved
my feet about and was pleased with how quickly and easily they did so. Maybe I'd
be able to escape her yet.
    "I know, I know," she
said, miming a 'calm-down' motion with her hands. She looked over her shoulder
again. "I'll explain some more later. Just let me get through this because
we don't have a lot of time."
    I looked at the clock on the
right-side wall. "There's still half an hour left of visiting hours. I'm
sure that's enough to explain everything you want to talk about."
    "That's not what I mean.
People are coming for us."
    Okay, so Dess got some points for
scaring me shitless. Lucky thing for Erica; she won't have to break out the
bedpan for a while.
    "What does that mean?
What the heck, Dess? Why would they come for me? You're not making any sense."
I sighed and reached over for my plastic cup, taking a sip of lukewarm water.
    Dess also sighed, louder than me. "Okay,
maybe they're not coming for you , but I think I might have enemies I don't
know about, and whatever issue I had when I was a god is continuing into my
mortal life. I'm telling you, I know you can help me." She was like a blur
now, practically making laps in my little hospital room. I wondered if the
floor would wear down where she had walked. And if it did, I wondered if Erica
or Dr. Hearse would trip as they walked across it. Oh, the hilarity that would
ensue.
    "At work, a little more than a
week ago, I was reorganizing the yarn aisle and you passed behind me to show a
customer where something was, and I could totally feel your aura… or
something… I don't know exactly… but I could feel it. Your energy. It was good
energy. And inside my head, someone said to me, ' She could help you' …
But I waited. I waited a few days to approach you because I wanted to be sure.
I couldn't eat or sleep very well those couple of days, but I became more and
more confident that I was right about it. Then you didn't come to work, and I
heard Anny telling some people that you were in