I was about to ask him what he meant by that, but I was still being pinned down by Tiny. He wasn't shaking me any longer, to wake me up from my dream, still, he had both of his big paws on me. Pushing down on my shoulders. Pressing me firmly on the floor and keeping me from getting up.
"Tiny," says Ponleak flatly. "I believe we are not in any danger any longer. Please allow Mister Johnson to get up off the floor."
Now I had two questions that I was curious about hearing the answers too! But I asked three.
"What do you mean? That kind of reaction? And what do you mean by, you are no longer in danger?"
Questions kept popping up in my head, but those were the only ones I asked while trying to get from under Tiny's grasp.
Ponleak waits until I get up off the floor and back on my feet, then says to me, "Tiny told me, that when you two were on the bus, when you would start to dream about my past life, you always fell asleep. I took this to be a safety precaution, by your brain, so you wouldn't have sensory overload. If stimuli was hitting your brain while conscious, and the amulet was placing you in a whole new world, where you believed that you were actually there and living the part, your mind, to put it mildly, could have cracked. Your brain actually anticipated this to happen, so it put you to sleep so you wouldn't have sensory overload."
"So, you are saying, that my brain isn't as developed as yours?"
"The human brain will be, someday, but no, it is not quite there yet." He says. "What usually happens to a new recipient of the amulet is, they start to see, and live the lives, of each of its former owners. With the last individual first, going backwards until they reach the original owner. With you for some reason, the amulet saw it fit to jump from me, to the original owner. The being who created the device."
That is when I noticed the room. The upheaval of everything. The best way to describe it would be, that gravity itself had disappeared for a second. Like the room was floating in outer space for a moment, then the gravitation pull on everything made them come crashing down.
Shards of glass were everywhere. Chairs overturned. A couch on its side, with its cushions lying about. A Paul Cézanne painting, I assume a priceless one, with a whole in its middle due to the shade-less lamp sticking through it. It seemed to me that the damage in the room was complete.
"Is that what you meant when you said, you are no longer in danger?" I paused to take a deep breath. "I caused all of this?"
"Yes George." Ponleak tells me. "Still, the amulet felt it necessary to jump you straight back to its original creator. To see whom they were. But, it hasn't given you enough time to harness its power yet. To know how to control it. When to turn it on and off as it were. It must mean something. Something important."
"You mean, you don't know?"
"I am not all knowing. And besides, when I was in possession of the amulet, I never saw any previous owner jump back to see its creator so quickly. You are the first."
"Why me, do you think? Do you think we might be in some danger?"
To Be Continued.....
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