Zawmb’yee continues the blog
After I had just gotten used to all of the turning and tilting, there was a sudden change like we had just reached the top of a basement roller coaster and were about to plunge even further down, and I had grabbed Doug’s leg a few times on the way. A bing-bong noise had sounded. I had said, “What’s that?”
Doug said, “That means we’ve reached the basement level and will begin a downward plunge.”
It almost felt like free fall, and I was glad I wasn’t drinking any coffee. “Yow,” I said.
“Told you it would get faster.”
Just as I adjusted to the fall, holding Doug’s hand, the train slowed and leveled off. Then there was a buzzing sound. “What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s the five minute warning. We should go over to the forward-facing G-posh chairs.”
“You mean we could be thrown off the couch or something onto the carpet?”
Doug led me over to one of the chairs. He said, “Have a seat. This will cushion the G-forces when we accelerate to super-speed.”
“This is a joke. Right?”
“No,” said Doug firmly, and he sat in another cushioned chair.
“I’d rather sit on the couch,” I said and I ran back to the couch and stretched out.
Doug said, “Come back quick.”
“If you insist.” And I mischievously sat on Doug’s lap facing him. The train took off like a jet and I got pushed onto Doug like I weighed a ton — I thought I was going to crush him. Doug tried to get to a seat belt but couldn’t. The train seemed to stop suddenly and I fell backward onto the floor with Doug on top of me. He braced himself with his arms, so it wasn’t too bad.
Doug kissed me and said, “Are you alright?”
As he fondled my whole body, I said, “Not now. I’m supposed to see Apacevj. Remember?”
“Oh yeah. Well we’re here.” And the side doors opened.
We came out onto a platform with rock walls and no sign of an exit. I said, “Uh, well, we’re here. Where’s here? I have to get to the sacred corridor.”
“Yes, don’t worry. We just have to open a door. It’s right behind these rocks, somewhere, um.”
Doug walked along the rock wall. He said, “Uh, yes, right here.”
“I don’t see a door.”
“OK. We just do the ‘ka’ sound thing like you taught me once. You know, you make the gargle sound, then the ‘ka’ on the roof of the mouth, and the motor sound through pursed lips until your sinuses vibrate.”
“Yes, I know that one. ” We did the sound together and adjusted our tones until the beats made a wah-oh-wah-oh sound. I made the same mistake I did the last time and a rock from the ceiling crashed beside us.
Doug pointed in front of us. He said, “No, focus here.”
We did it again and a slab of rock rotated on one edge and opened like a door. I could see my paintings through the doorway. We walked into the sacred corridor.