Was I asleep, or was I awake? It was in this realm that I lay in bed. When you have a dream and awake to a sound or such that matches the same action or moment in a dream you were having, it forces you awake in an adrenaline dump of excitement. That is what it was. It had to of been, I mean, I thought I was asleep. Not having slept well because last day or so. My head and ear ached, leaving me with this pain and inability to find comfort, the key ingredient, in my opinion, for falling asleep. I did not know the time, only that there was a bright flash of light, a lingering exposure through my eyelids. I have seen one in the likes of an electrical fire, transformer explosion, or even beautiful lightning. This is what my mind told me it was; in that instant, it occurred.
I lay in bed, then there it was, my mind lit up with an unknown light. I opened my eyes as my cat. Ginger jumped off the bed at that exact moment. I know this because she is far from gingerly when escaping something that frightens her. So this was the moment I knew it was not a dream unless we were both having the same dream. Who knows, anything is possible. I listen as I lay there in bed wrapped in my blanket for security reasons. My iPhone is on, playing music, but I hear beyond that for anything different. Different in the aspect of household noises, thinking that perhaps a transformer blew up or thunder because it was lightning. Nothing, no thunder. I still hear the hum of the ceiling fan. I look up from my blanket fortress of security, adrenaline still going, to see the dull light on the stove, reassuring me that I have electricity to the house. So not electrical, still no thunder, not lightning.
I decided that I needed to use the restroom. I now have to leave my comfortable bed and venture into the unknown. My mind wanders, what was the light, was it man-made, natural, or something further out there. I still hear nothing out of the ordinary. So I get up, equilibrium a tad off, earaches, but not like the day before. I stand there; my legs feel tingly, not a numb feeling per se but tingly. I can see my bedroom pretty decent in the dark. It's a regular thing, especially when neighbors light up their backyard like a Turkish Bazaar.
I see two dark lumps on the floor, silently staring at the west wall in my bedroom. The big bay window in my room faces north. I was weirded out now, both cats being the lumps in the dark, staring at the wall, not making a noise. I walked over to the most significant lump, fully aware it was Ginger because of the two cats. She is the biggest.
"Ginger, what's up?" no reply.
"Um, you ok there?" I hesitantly ask.
Then I see Jade move and start to do the typical cat rub dance on the dresser. "Jade, how goes it? You two alright?"
This is my standard dialog with them I have every day. We all talk to our pets. They give us subtle signs or acknowledgment that we all know and understand. I live alone and rarely speak with anybody else after I leave work, so they are my conversationalists when I am home.
Again I ask, "Ginger, what are you doing?" she still sits, staring intently at the wall.
This time I poke her with my toe, giving her a little push. She then moves only after giving me that have meow purr chatter thing she always does. I think they are fine there, so why am I all uneasy now. I resume my action of using the restroom, wandering in the dimly lit room, mind wandering and wondering what the light was and what those two were looking at.
Once in the water closet, I realized something: a massive spider was in there. I know this because I saw it earlier in the day, leaving it alone to explore at will. It was a wolf spider, a nice-looking one at that. I usually do not kill things. That's just me. I am the same way at work, I see incredible insects or animals, and I leave them to admire them or let them go about their routine. That's who I am. So now, in the dark, standing over the toilet to take a pee and I wonder, will the karma of my niceness turn on me, or will I continue my course of action undisturbed by said spider. Screw it. I turn the light on and look to the spot the spider was last seen nothing. I give the small room a quick once over, nothing still. I pee in relief.
I finish up, turn off the light and slowly wander back to my bed, letting my eyes readjust to the darkness. Or as dark as it's going to get with the bazaar next door. The cats, both still in the middle of the room, hadn't really moved from the last time I interacted with them. I crawl into bed, my mind still going about the light. I thought that perhaps they were staring at the wall because the light might have been moving and casting shadows on the wall. That would explain their actions, as they love to chase the laser light, flashlight shadows, and imaginary foes. But, on the other hand, they weren't acting scared in the least bit, which eased my mind slightly.
So now I was, wrapped back up in the blanket fortress. Secure from the world and ghostly hands that come from under the bed. I started thinking, I could pop onto Facebook via the phone and see if anybody else noticed the light. But, meh, sleep is more important. I do, however, look to see the time. It was around 4am. Ugggg I have to get up for work in just over an hour. I still feel like shit, and my head doesn't want anything to do with anything. I turn the music down, Machinehead jamming out of the iPhone. Love sleeping with good music on; sometimes, I can get my dreams to sync up with the music leaving great action-packed plans.
So I lay there, quickly ready to fall asleep, letting my mind let go of the light, which was only about 2 minutes earlier. Then I felt it along with a low pitch boom. The house shook, my mind wide awake and the adrenaline back again. This time I turn off the music. I lay there looking up at the ceiling in silence, listening, anticipating what was to come. Nothing, no sound, nothing else. My mind instantly goes to communist tensions with Russia from the sixties, seventies, and eighties, only two of which I was alive for and one I remember more so. A bomb was dropped, and shit hit the fan. I actually laughed out loud. Why would I even go that route? Did the press and government instill so much fear in our minds? Was I now wired to think like that? It was so absurd. That was the reason I laughed out loud.
So after my laugh, I lay there, still listening. Nothing was happening, no alarms, no sirens, nada. Now, this is when I decided to open up the old Failbook and see if anybody else on the local city Facebook page saw and felt what I did. Sure enough, they did. Post was there asking the same questions that went through my head, besides the Communist Russia one, well, any bomb theory at that. Just that, did anybody see the flash of light in the sky and feel the shake. I posted after twenty. Some odd posts had already replied that I did as well. So there, I wasn't losing my already warped mind. Others have seen it as well, a person from San Diego, one in Gila Bend, somebody in Scottsdale, several in the Valley here, and one who said it landed just here in Maricopa.
I lay there, unable to fall back to sleep. Now my head hurt more, but still unlike yesterday's bullshit. I hadn't had any issues with sinuses and headaches since my sinus operation a couple years ago. Actually, I think 3 years ago this June. Maybe this is subconsciously my reminder of what was before, the pain, the lack of sleep, the days of agony until I bit the bullet and had them, roto rooter, my sinuses out. It has been nice to breathe again, taste, and sleep sound again. Except for the last two days, lol. So I lay there, reading the comments best I could as the sun slowly raised.
It was now an hour after the light and boom. For an hour, I lay there off and on, trying to get some rest before starting my day. I decided to look at Facebook again for giggles to see any new and or strange comments because people aren't kind and can be dicks online for no apparent reason. Alas, there were still the same comments. Now though, because the sun's light was starting, people started to describe a trail in the sky. Now that sparked my interest. I was up headache and all, ear giving me the finger wasn't going to stop me. I looked out my backdoor, facing the same direction as my bedroom bay window, and there it was.
Just as the sun was beginning to kiss the desert sky, I saw it. A zigzag and swirly lines of strange clouds. Like a pilot was drunk as shit in a 747 and decided to break the laws of physics in a big ass plane. It was really cool to see, and because I am basically a paid photographer for a living that maybe I can get into sometime in the future, I grabbed my 70D and snapped some pictures of it. It was unique and beautiful, and I wondered what it was made of. Was it ionized gas, liquid vapor, or debris all from a meteor?
I mean, I figured at this point that the mysterious object was a meteor, or I was hoping it was. I did get a glimpse of security footage via the local news agencies that showed when they had captured it. It all pointed at a meteor and not some rocket action from Whitesands or whatnot. It was incredible, I would have loved to get that on film, per se, but the remnants of it an hour later in the sky will do. I feel kinda cool that I was at least able to get that. Now I go and call into work, apologize for not being able to make it in. I do hate calling in, but my fucking head and ear. I go lay down and fall back to sleep, content knowing the Russians didn't bomb us and that maybe my ear will feel better when I awake.
The eel
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