I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about what happened and trying to make sense of it, and gradually worry over what happened to Jaws started to dominate my thoughts. My mind wandered before suddenly coming up with a crazy idea:

Astral projection. As in, having your soul leave your body, seeing things that you normally couldn’t see!

I mean, I had already experienced the soul-cloud thing back in… what was it called again… Overland? Whatever, I figured that if I had done it once, maybe... just maybe… it might work again. So I spent the next hour or so trying to visualize my soul leaving my body. I didn’t have much success, so I started trying different things. Eventually, I tried remembering what soul form felt like, and the sensation of moving around, and then suddenly all the sound around me stopped and I felt completely different.

I could no longer hear or see, but I could… perceive things around me. Right away I felt something hanging around in my consciousness, and as soon as I turned my attention to it I was flooded with an overwhelming stream of…. Mark!

Mark:

Mark:

Mark:

Mark:

Mark:

Mark:

Mark:

Mark:

Then a series of blurry mental images, which gradually became clearer and clearer… Mark had sent me thought-mail pictures of a bunch of breasts, all quite different; metallic silver skin tone, furry, and lizard scales (like my skin, but shaded grey).

Mark:

Mark:

…. And it carried on like that for a LONG time. Average of 3 to 5 messages a week for the last 11 or so months. I was absolutely flabbergasted. The final message was:

Mark:

I felt like such a fucking idiot I didn’t even know how to explain it. It took Mark, what… maybe 3 days to figure that out? I tried a half dozen times and gave up. I didn’t even know what to say. I’m a complete asshole….

That’s always been one of the biggest differences between me and my buddy Mark. I guess I kind of just assume things and carry on, where he constantly tests limits and tries crazy stuff. If a sign says keep off the grass, I’ll assume there is a good reason and keep off – Mark would just jump over the fence to see what would happen. It’s gotten him in deep shit a number of times, but it’s also lead to some really awesome discoveries as well. Maybe you could say that I help keep him grounded, and he helps keep me creative.

I felt guilty as hell as I thought about what to send him. I had just assumed the Celestial had taken away the link (LIKE HE SAID HE WOULD!!) so I moved on. Here Mark was, knowing it was still active and having to wonder what was wrong. I figured he wouldn’t get mad at me, but that just made the guilt worse. I deserved to be punted in the balls… HARD. So I just sent a simple message. I don’t know if he would get it right away, or have to wait until he checks again. His last message was sent earlier today, so I would find out in a few days at most.

Heller/Alex:

And then I did my best to send him a mental pic of some tits (not mom’s though, ewww).