It’s three o’clock in the morning. I’ve awakened after three hours of sleep and after lying awake for at least an hour, I decided to get up. It is not my custom to lie in bed and not sleep. I think. That’s what happens when I’m lying in bed and not sleeping. So, I decided to come to the computer and write, instead of randomly thinking about things.
At the risk of my readers thinking that I’m hallucinating, demented, or, yes, just plain crazy, I will share some happenings, some goings on, that I’ve been experiencing. These happenings don’t occur during the day when the house is busy with the dishwasher working, or me going down and up the twelve stairs to the basement to handle the laundry, or the vacuum operating. They occur at night, after the house has quieted from everything that has happened during the day.
If you are a consistent reader of this BLOG, you already know that I have a ghost who lives with me – sometimes. And, you know that the only way I know of her presence is that I smell her perfume. You also know that the only ghost I’ve ever seen is the woman on the 1800’s railroad car when Daughter #1 and I rode the Durango-Silverton Steam Train. As a reminder, other passengers also saw her – so once again, I’m not hallucinating!
My house was built in the 1950s and, understandably, is having some normal creaking and settling noises. What I’m talking about here, though, is not those noises. What I’m talking about are the sounds I hear between about nine PM and midnight – midnight, the time I usually retire for the day.
There are several books titled, Things That Go Bump In the Night.” Sometimes, I think I might be living in those books. I hear sounds in my house – doors shutting; I’ve taken the doors off of the kitchen, the glass room, and my office. I hear steps on the stairs. I hear car doors slamming – at midnight or later.
At lunch this past week, I was describing these phenomena to a friend who said, “Interesting that you should mention this. My wife and I are hearing a sound in our hallway. We’ve investigated and can’t tell what it is or where it comes from.” He and I discussed possibilities for these sounds, and he mentioned that there are some folks who think there is a fourth dimension that exists in our space but that is unseen.
Science fiction writers seem to have an ability to forecast the future; they seem to understand things that most of us don’t know about. I remember a movie, The Andromeda Strain, in which there was a secret scientific installation deep in the Arizona desert. Fiction? Right? No. There are and have been such installations in the Arizona desert.
Science fiction movies and television shows about space showed us characters or happenings that have occurred since they were filmed. Robby, the fictional robot from “The Forbidden Planet,” has become human-like robots. Even more human is Data from StarTrek. The StarTrek “communicator” has become our cell phone. Computers that talk are in use, today. We can talk to our computer and find a movie to watch or write a letter. The computer will do the work. Our computer can search the WEB for information that we want or need.
So, is the “fourth dimension” an unrealistic idea? The scariest science-fiction movie I ever in my life watched is The Haunting, produced in 1963. The original, not the remake. The original did not rely on special effects to create the illusion that there is, indeed, a fourth dimension acting in the house where the characters had been brought by the parapsychologist. In this movie, the fourth dimension becomes one of the story’s characters. In fact, after watching this original Haunting, my daughters cannot sleep with an arm hanging over the edge of the bed. And, to understand that statement, you will need to see the movie with Julie Harris who was the lead actor.
If you’ve been reading this blog for some time, you will know that I have tinnitus – you know, the ringing in the ears that lots of people have. My tinnitus is a bit different. Mine involves the sound of a diesel train engine operating at rest, usually just outside of my house wall. After talking with my handyman and some other folks, I’m starting to question why at some of those times do I also feel a vibration in my feet and legs – sometimes, in the seat where I sit? There are no motors or engines operating in my house or immediately outside somewhere. And, the vibration continues well into the night. So, what is really going on? I begin to wonder if the vibration is really the vibration from a diesel engine operating somewhere in time.
So, do we or don’t we live in a world with a fourth dimension? I wonder if we will ever find out.
Be Safe and Be Well.
The Cranky Crone
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