In Part 21, I came back from Naples but needed to test some things before going anywhere strange again. Instead of doing the needed test, I was pressured to go to Prague by my brother. When I arrived there, I was standing next to the fountain but my brother was nowhere in sight. I was getting ready to holler, “Where are you?” when I saw two Russian soldiers who must have been watching the exact spot that I was now standing on. They started yelling something I didn’t understand, but I quickly figured out that it probably wasn’t good since they were now running towards me with their AK47s raised. No problem. I just willed myself out of there and back to my room where I was expecting to find my brother. He wasn’t there. “Holy &@#*!!! He’s gone off to some weird place and won’t know how to get back.” I raced out of my room banging against the wall in the hall and was about to head out the front door when I caught sight of him sitting at the dining room table eating a bowl of cereal. There is no way I’m going to tell you what happened next because it wasn’t pretty. Let’s just say that from then on, I was doing this alone.
So I had to find out why I couldn’t interact with Rita and her family, but had no trouble with people I didn’t know. I knew that later on that night, the guys I hung out with in the neighborhood would be up the street at one of their houses hanging out in the basement. I was a pretty cool setup and we could usually do what we wanted there … drink beer, have girls over, etc. I figured I’d just OBE in when everyone is there and see what happens. At about 9pm, I went to my room, (my brother was already over at our friend’s house) and readied myself to have an OBE up at my friend’s house. When I ‘arrived’ there, I was standing on the little patio just outside the basement door. Two of my friends were standing out there smoking cigs and didn’t appear to see me. I said their names and they didn’t acknowledge me. I tried to tap them on the shoulder and my hand passed through them. I couldn’t even pick up objects around there. “Well, this won’t be any fun,” I said out loud even though no one heard me. Then I decided to walk up the street and knock on someone’s door that I was positive of the fact that I didn’t know them or had even seen them. I knocked and an elderly lady answered, looked me in the eye, and said, “Yes, young man? Isn’t it a bit late for you to be out and about?” I apologized for disturbing her and quickly mumbled something like, “Wrong address” as I back pedaled down her walkway.
It suddenly hit me that I should walk home and see if I can walk into my room and view myself. … Uh oh … I’ve started a third paragraph. That can’t happen and is not allowed.
NEXT WEEK –Trouble?
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