TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE
By Sue
Angry muffled voices could be heard from under the closed door. He
saw two male silhouettes from the big window arguing, one got up and slammed
out the door. A few minutes later the other chased after him. The car quickly
sped away, chirping its tires as it left the curb. Rain fell hard, bouncing up
from the street in the cold misty night air. The other man stood there
drenched, yelling at the blur, incensed, as it shot away.
The car changed gears with infuriation, as the speed increased.
The sheets of rain made it hard to see. The manÕs anger turned to hurt and his
tears blended into the stormy rain that fell in the darkness that blanketed the
night.
The beautiful woman on the side of the road took the attention of
the man from seeing the light that just changed. It was too late. The brakes on
the car squealed, but it was no use. He heard the horrific noise of the
car smashing into the pole, killing the girl instantly. The noise grated
in his ears of shattering glass as it made a tinkling sound spattering all
around. He shook as he heard the scraping and screeching noise of the twisting
metal grinding together, making the pole one with car.
The car erupted in a loud explosion, sending black billowing
clouds into the dark sky. Fire so intense, it no longer seemed cold to him. His
eyes dropped to the color red running down the street mixing with the rain that
ran into the gutter.
He sat up with a start. He didnÕt even hear his own screams. Sweat
ran down his body and his head , making his hair drenched , as if he were the
one that stood in the downfall of rain. His saltwater tears mixed with it,
making it hard to know which was which. He trembled violently and it was
a few minutes before he felt her touch.
She held his arm and rubbed his back, gently trying to sooth him.
ÒShhh Shhh there, there luv. ItÕs just one of youÕre nightmares. Ò
The voice cooed in his ear.
She wiped away the wet hair that matted around his face. His
beautiful face, and it looked the same every time he had one of these
nightmares. Her arms enveloped him in a hug, and then she rocked him as his
head lay gently against her shoulder.
She caressed his face and whispered comforting words as he tried
to get himself together.
It took awhile before he was able to quiet down. It was always so
real. It wasnÕt like a normal dream. This dream was exactly the same over and
over again and had become more frequent lately. He was a third person, an on
looker, watching the events transpire, not able to stop what he knew would
happen. Now, they seemed to haunt him. He didnÕt want to sleep anymore. He
would stay up until his eyes betrayed him and would close with out him knowing
and sleep would come and the cycle would continue.
Finally, calmed down, he lay back with his wife. His head lay on
her chest and his arms circled her body . He could feel her arms around him. He
thought this was the way it always ended as he drifted off into a dreamless
sleep.
The alarm went off and he shot up in bed. His heart raced as he
realized it was only the alarm clock. He sat there rubbing his eyes and
noticing his lovely wife was no longer there beside him. He shook the dream out
of his head as he stumbled into the shower, brushed his teeth and shaved. He
tripped over his trousers as he tried to put them on, falling onto the bed. He
huffed, annoyed at his clumsiness and got up to finish dressing.
He came out to the smell of food, and it was then he noticed he
was hungry as his stomach growled. He sat down and sipped his tea. He watched
her put his food on the table and started at it the minute the plate settled in
its spot.
She studied him as he ate. These dreams were getting worse and it
scared her. She didnÕt know what to do for him. She sat down gingerly into her
chair.
ÒGeorge?Ó Her voice came out quietly as she broached the subject.
ÒMmmm?Ó He mumbled as he shoved the food into his mouth.
ÒThese dreams youÕve been having. I think we need to talk about
them.Ó She ventured.
He almost spit out his food and tea at the mention of the dreams.
She knew that the dreams werenÕt to be mentioned once they were up. They
werenÕt mentioned at all except while she would comfort him. He didnÕt want to
think about them. They scared him, like ghosts in the night and mentioning them
might bring those ghosts out into the day.
ÒPattie, I donÕt want to talk about them, whilst IÕm awake.Ó He
said curtly, not meaning to.
Pattie sighed, her shoulders sunk. He needed to do something; they
couldnÕt go on like this. His eyes were sunken back into his head, with dark
purple circles from lack of sleep. He was quieter then usual. She knew these
dreams were affecting him. He hadnÕt even told her what they were about. She
knew he was too afraid to talk about them. They were happening more and more
and had started occasionally, about six weeks ago. She thought theyÕd go away,
since they werenÕt she knew something needed to be done.
He knew she was right, but he was too afraid to talk about them.
He knew they had begun when he had started fooling with meditation. Not right
away, but a few months after. He didnÕt know what these dreams meant, only that
they were so bloody real. He finished his breakfast, got up and kissed Pattie.
ÒIÕm sorry pet, I didnÕt mean to be cross with you. Try to
understand that these dreams or whatever they are. Well, they seem so real and
I am so bloody gutted by them. IÕm not to keen on talking about them , but
maybe youÕre right. WeÕll talk; now I have to get to the studio. IÕll be back
later. I love you.Ó His eyes were filled with remorse for how he had cut her
off. The only one who brought comfort to him after one of those dreams.
He grabbed his coat, keys and left.
She sat there confused by all this. Newly married and he wasnÕt
talking to her. Somehow she had to get it out of him, she thought. She heard
the front door close and the humming of the engine as he pulled out of the
drive.
George walked into studio two. The beige doors closed behind him,
and he turned to see everyone in the large room. The tile floor gave the room a
good sound. He looked up at the big window to see Brian and George Martin
talking , and then back down at Ringo tightening the keys on his snare drum. He
then scanned the room for John and Paul, who sat on chairs , facing each other
, going over something for a song. He unhooked his case and pulled out his
guitar. He started tuning it when Ringo spied him.
ÒHey you snuck in, didnÕt say a word. You trying to hide there,
Georgie?Ó Ringo gave him a teasing wink.
George laughed and then turned back to his guitar. Ringo walked up
behind him.
Ò Not to friendly today are we?Ó
ÒNaw, just a bad night is all.Ó George told him without looking up
from fooling with his guitar. His only safe mode was to hide behind his guitar.
He figured it was probably the same for Ringo with his drums.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed up for a second,Ó YouÕre
having a lot of bad nights lately mate. Want to share it with us?Ó He looked up
into the sincere blue eyes of the drummer, who had become such a good and true
friend over the years. Could he share this with him? He probably could, but
would Ritch think him certifiable? He thought better of it, for now they had
work to do.
ÒTa Ritch, maybe later after we get some work done.Ó
ÒGeorgie, always work. You need to come out and play with us some.
I know youÕre newly married , but you need some time with your mates.ÓThe hand
left GeorgeÕs shoulder.
ÒYeah, leave that young beautiful wife of yours alone for a night.
IÕm sure a night with this lot would be more satisfactory then a good shag with
that vixen your lucky arse fell into.Ó John howled.
George jumped not hearing John approach, and then gave him a
lopsided grin.
ÒYou dirty sod. Your just jealous is all.Ó
ÒStraight away I am, and I will freely admit to it. Your sort
shouldnÕt be blessed with such a looker as Pattie.Ó He teased as he tossled
GeorgeÕs hair.
ÒWhatÕs this then? Am I hearing right ? Are we all to have a turn
at the beautiful Mrs. Harrison?Ó Paul laughed and then gave him a thumbs up
along with a wink.
ÒNO, You all are a bunch of wankers!Ó George laughed along with
them.
ÒOh you donÕt know how many times I do wank off to that one.Ó John
backed away , just in case George took offence to JohnÕs teasing.
George instead looked John up and down seriously, ÒI donÕt think
your having a lark .I think youÕre dead serious. Just remember I am the
one who doesnÕt have to wank off, for I have the real thing; now donÕt I,Ó His
laughter grew louder then JohnÕs
ÒHeÕs right y Ôknow Johnny. Me, I have the lovely Miss Asher,
amongst others.Ó Paul slapped John on the back as they all howled at how JohnÕs
teasing had backfired on him.
ÒWell son if you donÕt do something bout the way you look, she may
run now. Really, George you look like shite. Still, not sleeping? I donÕt
think you can shag every night until dawn without a wink or two.Ó John said
half serious and half teasing the young guitarist.
George realized they all had noticed, and wondered if he should
tell them of the ghosts that came for him in the night. He shuddered noticeably
at the thought. John placed his hand on GeorgeÕs shoulder the way Ritch had
done a few minutes before.
ÒSeriously, Harri, weÕre all here for you if you need to chat.Ó
Their eyes met and George could see the concern in JohnÕs eyes. That
concern seemed to mirror in Paul and RingoÕs eyes as he looked from one to the
other.
ÒRight, O.k. I think maybe we should all have a chat later. Right
now, it looks as if Mr. Martin wants to start.Ó George said with gratitude.
They all saw George Martin turning on the intercom, Ò Alright lads
you ready for a bit of work then?Ó
They all smiled up to him and said in unison. ÒNO!Ó and then
laughed. He joined them, knowing it was a joke.
ÒRight then, letÕs do it anyway.Ó
They all started moving away to their spots, when George felt a
hand stop him.
ÒReally, George weÕre all here for you. Whatever it is we can sort
it out together.Ó PaulÕs voice was soft and sincere just as the look on his
face.
ÒI think thatÕd be a rather good idea . Thanks Paul.Ó George
watched Paul walk over to plug in his bass. George didnÕt understand the
strange feeling he got when Paul touched him. It was as if there was something
invisible tugging at him, trying to tell him something. He heard the song
announced that they were going to play and shook off the feeling.
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The session went well as the band put their instruments away. The
large room suddenly looked larger, as they cleared their things. John walked up
to George, who was putting on his coat.
ÒYou ready to go to the pub then?Ó John looked at him, pushing his
new round specs up onto his nose.
ÒI think I should go home. I was a bit curt with Pattie before I
came in here and I want to straighten things out. Another time?Ó George begged
off.
ÒI knew you wouldnÕt go out with us. CÕmon Harri , just a drink or
two. WeÕre all worried bout you,Ó John pushed the reluctant guitarist.
ÒNo John, I really must do this. I appreciate the worry, but
thereÕs no need. I promise another time,Ó With that he grabbed his things
and quickly exited the studio before the other two could start on him and he
would change his mind.
He wanted to call Ravi and talk about these dreams he was having.
He thought if anyone would know, it would be him. He didnÕt want to get into it
with the others, not just yet, not until he knew what was up with the whole
thing.
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Paul and Ringo came over to John, puzzled looks etched in their
faces.
ÒHeÕs not going then?Ó Paul asked with surprise.
ÒNaw, got into it with the wife before he came in and wants to get
things squared away.Ó
ÒI had a feeling he wouldnÕt go. Something is wrong, very wrong
with him. Did you see the dark circles under his eyes and how quiet heÕs been
lately?Ó Ringo inquired of the others.
ÒYeah, he seemed a bit off with me before we started. Matter of
fact he kept his distance from me the whole session. Do you think I did
something?Ó Paul mused.
ÒNo Paul , you didnÕt do anything that I can see. HeÕs been like
that with all of us lately.Ó Ringo shared.
They all stood there huddled together by the door. The intercom
boomed, making them jump.
ÒYou lads going home?Ó BrianÕs voice echoed through the studio.
ÒA, Yeah , I mean no Eppy , weÕre still going out ,Ó Paul looked
to the other two, seeing if they still were.
ÒIÕm game. I could use a few pints. Eppy you can join us if youÕre
not busy with one of your male friends that is.Ó John smiled up at Brian and
saw the manager blush.
ÒJohn, please, I will have to go, another time perhaps. I thank
you for asking.Ó Brian didnÕt want to hear any comments from John, especially
since he did have a date. John was always able to get it out of him and he
hated that. Hated feeling different and hated the fact that after all these
years he was still attracted to John, and John knew it. Sometimes, heÕd use it
to his advantage and Brian just wanted to get to his companion.
ÒI knew you had a night of sinful sex planned,Ó John waved his
fingers at the man in the window, shoulders shrugged and tried to smile
innocently, though you could tell there was something behind that Lennon smile.
ÒOh, CÕmon lads letÕs go. IÕm feeling a bit thirsty and very randy
tonight.Ó John grabbed his coat. He was ready for a few drinks, some weed and a
pretty bird to put out his fire.
The other two laughed as they grabbed their coats and watched
Brian leave the control room with embarrassment written all over his face.
ÒYouÕre always randy son, I donÕt know who is worse you or Paul.Ó
Ringo laughed as they left for their night out.
George unlocked the door to his house and quietly crept in. He saw
Pattie asleep on the couch; he knew she was waiting to talk with him. He felt
relieved when he saw her sleep, and snuck into the music room. He wanted to
call Ravi before it got to late, and then heÕd wake a sleeping Pattie for their
talk.
He dialed the number and waited impatiently for someone to pick
up. He heard the ringing stop and a manÕs voice answer the phone. Good, he
thought, it was Ravi on the other end and he wouldnÕt have to make small talk
with his wife. He felt the fear slip into his gut as he started to say
something.
ÒHullo Ravi?Ó George asked, even though he knew it was.
ÔGeorge? What is wrong that you should be calling at this late
hour?Ó
ÒIÕm sorry Ravi for the lateness of the call. I just got home from
the studio, but needed to talk with you about something.Ó George felt bad, he
hadnÕt thought about the time. The only thing he could think about were these
dreams that kept eating at him, and he had to find an answer.
ÒYou sound worried George. What could be worrying you so much? Of
course we can talk. Please tell what bothers you.Ó RaviÕs voice was calm, but
peppered with concern for his friend.
George fidgeted in his chair and twirled the cord around his
finger, as he tried to find the courage to get into the haunting dreams that
terrified him every night.
ÒRavi, IÕve been meditating as you know. Lately, IÕve been having
the same dream and it feels so bloody real. They are coming every night now and
I donÕt know why, or understand them. All I know is I wake up every night at 5
am, scared out of my gourd, with sweat pouring down me. Poor Pattie , she has
to calm me down and itÕs really doing a number on us here.Ó GeorgeÕs voice came
out fast, as he rambled to Ravi.
Ravi could hear the fear in the young manÕs voice as he spoke so
quickly it was almost hard to understand him. He thought for a few minutes,
leaving dead air through the phone line.
ÒGeorge, slow down and tell me what are these dreams of?Ó Ravi
spoke calm and slowly, trying to get George to relax a bit.
George told him every last detail of the dream. He told him how at
first they were once a week and now since September, they were every night. It
was now the first week of October and they were getting stronger. He told Ravi,
of how he could feel the fire more intensely, smell it and hear everything as
if he were standing right there. The thought sent a shiver through him, and he
waited to hear what his friend had to say. Again he was faced with dead air and
then he heard a knowing sigh from the other end.
ÒGeorge my friend. I have a few thoughts on the matter. First,
have you ever had dreams that came true before, that felt real?Ó Ravi asked.
George thought about it for a minute. Yes, he had , years ago. He
quickly answered the manÕs question.
ÒYes, yes I have. I havenÕt in a few years, but I did have. I had
dreams that felt so real, but I couldnÕt tell who they were about, but knew
what was going to happen. A while later, IÕd find out, when it did in fact
happen. Oh Sod it Ravi, I had dreams of Peter, my brother breaking his arm. I
had dreams of PaulÕs mum getting sick, and a few others. I got scared when
these dreams happened and when they came true. They stopped a few years or so
ago. I never had a dream as real or as powerful as this one. I mean when I
dreamt about PaulÕs mum I didnÕt know it was her. I thought it was about me own
mum. I realized when he told me she was sick that it was her. I was shocked and
when she died, well I guess I knew she was going too. That was the scariest one
I ever had. Still, it wasnÕt like this one. Why do you ask?Ó George was
confused by the question, as he remembered those forgotten dreams.
ÒGeorge, I want you to listen to me, very carefully. When you have
the gift of visions, as you seem to, it never goes away. You might push it
away, out of fear the way you did. I believe you have this gift. When you
meditate, you become more in touch with yourself, more aware and in tune. You
have done so. Now, these dreams are more real and have become a prophecy. There
are many visionaries in this world, all work differently. You, my friend, are
seeing the future, a future miscarriage, that shouldnÕt happen.Ó Ravi
explained.
Now, George was even more confused, Ò What are you saying?Ó
ÒI am saying that now, you are having these dreams to stop
something that isnÕt suppose to be destiny. You didnÕt know before to help your
brother or to help Paul with the blow of his motherÕs impending death,Ó Ravi
sighed, he wanted to explain this the right way.
He had seen many with this gift, and had seen what they could do
with it.
ÒGeorge, with meditation you can get in tune with your body. You
can also control things, like your dreams. What you must do is concentrate on
them in a meditation before bed. I have seen people who can stop these dreams,
pause them you would say and walk around them to find the clues they need to
stop this from happening. Some can do that successfully, but they get feelings
when they are awake too. Usually, they know the person. Touching that person
could send feelings rushing through them. Some get to the point to where if
that happens they also see parts of the dream. You will get physical symptoms
when you touch the person these dreams are about. You must start working on
this. To me, it sounds as if it is not time for him to die. You must save him
and this girl. Ò Ravi stopped to let it all sink in to George.
George sat there stunned at what he had heard. He had to figure
this out and save these people? Christ, how was he going to do that?
ÒRavi, how will I do that?Ó George whispered, shock still in his
voice.
ÒYou know the accident happens at 5am. Right?Ó
ÒI know of no such thing. I donÕt have a watch on in the dreams,
not one that I am aware of.Ó George answered a bit frustrated.
ÒPay attention to it all George. You tell me you wake every time
at 5 am. This means that is the time the accident will happen. Now, ItÕs cold
in your dream, end of Autumn , beginning of Winter. The dreams are more
frequent because the time is growing near. You must work hard on this George or
these two people will be dead, and it isnÕt supposed to happen. Sometimes ,
things do , when they shouldnÕt. Also, You know the man in this dream. You are
in the room with him and another. You only see the girl, so you donÕt know her,
only that she too will die.Ó Ravi again gave George a minute to catch up to
what he was saying.
George fished for a cigarette and lit it. He inhaled the smoke,
begging for it to relax him as he exhaled, and then spoke again to Ravi.
ÒOk, so I know the bloke, and itÕs 5 am, cold, raining, and he has
a fight with another man that I guess I know too. ,Ó George paused to think
some more, Ò So what you are telling me is instead of being scared of these
dreams I should meditate before I go to bed on them to see if I can notice more
clues. Also, you are telling me through touch I might be able to figure out who
this is and I should get some reaction from this touch, is that right?Ó George
asked, trying to squelch the confusion in his brain.
ÒYes, that is correct. You can call me anytime and I will help you
as best as I can. I have only known people like this. I myself donÕt have such
gifts.Ó Ravi confided.
George shook his head, and then realized that Ravi couldnÕt see
him, ÒRight, then youÕve already helped me. I donÕt know how I will do this,
but IÕll try.Ó
ÒI know this is a lot for you to fathom. It is truly mystical how
these things work, but I know you can do it. Please, call me if you need me or
need to talk.Ó Ravi tried to make his point clear to George.
ÒO.K. right then I will try. Ravi ta for the help, and again I am
sorry to call so late.Ó
ÒThis is not a problem for something as serious as this. Do call
me; I pray your journey through this is successful. Good-night my friend.Ó With
this Ravi hung up the phone.
George sat there finishing his cigarette deep in thought as he
heard the phone hang up and he heard the buzz on the other end. He hung up the
phone, put out his cigarette and went to get Pattie.
He saw her sound asleep on the couch. He hoped he wouldnÕt wake
her as he lifted her up. He didnÕt want to have that talk. He needed to think.
Carefully, he brought her to their room. He laid her down and covered her.
Good, she was still asleep, he thought as he went back downstairs to meditate
on the dream. He was going to start right away and figure this out. Someone he
knew, he thought as he took the large pillow and threw it on the floor. He
loved to meditate on this pillow and sat down slowly, sinking into it. He wondered
if he should tell the others, maybe they could help him find this person that
he knew. He pushed it aside as he quietly started to meditate on the problem at
hand.