Unlocked Thoughts

I look at an empty glass, it baffles me. After a glass of whiskey, it’s like it opens a world of thoughts. Thoughts that rush to me like a freight train in the dead of night. I knew I was different, but who isn’t. My mind seems to unlock things, things that it wants to solve, either equations or mysteries that were left unsolved ages ago.

I have to write everything down at once. The problem was, once I am awake from the whiskey awakened mind, would I be coherent enough in the morning to understand the ramblings? Maybe after a couple cups of coffee. As I glanced at the once whiskey glass. Do I dare to have another drink to keep the thoughts coming?

I come from a family of drinkers on each side, I have controlled it. I don’t drink as often, I only drink once in a blue moon and I don’t drink alone. I glance across the room, to my love. Who is also writing his own book. He is like me, he would drink once in a great while.

Tonight we were celebrating a win, a breakthrough with one of our joint stories. So we each had a drink. With that glass full of whiskey, it opened my mind to a rush of thoughts that I had either had thought about, but didn’t think would go anywhere. Or I didn’t think further into it, like my whiskeyed mind was doing at that moment. Unlike many people who need to be hypnotized.

Thoughts of history were not like they should have been. How the ancients somehow cut perfect stone blocks like the people in Peru and Egypt without using things like lasers. Just by using hammers and chisels. There has to be more than that. Then a thought of Atlantis came to her whiskey mind. Could people from Atlantis go to those places and give them the technology to cut stone.

I kept on writing while the thoughts kept on. I needed to chase the thoughts while they still run in my head before they become whisps in the wind. As a thought came to me, what if that Atlantean who shared the technology, a powerful crystal that powered the technology had died when Atlantis fell. It would explain why no advancements happened for many generations after Atlantis had fallen into the sea.

It seemed my mind was opened to many possibilities than I had ever dreamed about. I had even mapped out timelines of brief evaluations that technically had happened. Only to find that things never happened for nearly thousands of years or should never happen at all. At least not during ancient times of Peru or Egypt. Not unless Atlantis were gods or aliens.

That wavelength of thought went to a new turn. Only to bring up the thoughts of Mars, because of the weird images that people had seen. Like the pyramid or the odd face of Mars. Or even the odd whisper I had heard about a secret base for aliens on the moon.

Just as I looked at my empty glass of whiskey. Do I have enough thought process to even open that mental door? Nope. I forced myself to my feet and took my empty glass with me and went to the refrigerator. I found the whiskey that would unlock my mind. But this time I would add more Pepsi to it.

I brought everything out and posted a finger amount of whiskey in the glass and added a lot of Pepsi on top of it. I went over to my love and just poured him the same amount as me. He just gave me a glance with a smile and went back to work. Once I brought everything back to the refrigerator, I went back to work with my glass. After a sip my mind opened like a floodgates of new thoughts once again.

My fingers are busy trying to keep up with the rushing thoughts. I feel like a firestorm, as the whiskey ignites me. Keeping me warm as the heat travels through me. That I could imagine, gas going through a race car. Before the driver steps on the petal.

I sip on my drink, giving my thoughts the fuel it needs. The words leaking into the page. Causing tears to leak out of my eyes. How can such wild thoughts come from me?

Crystals power everything in the world. Like lasers, lighting, batteries, memory in a computer, just to name a few. It was just something different to think about. If I remember right, I heard someone saying that they used crystals to open their minds to be brainwashed. Everything seemed more science fiction than science fact.

I kept sipping on my whiskey as another thought came to me. What if Atlantis were time travelers, people from the future, who came to the past. That thought alone made me shiver. People have warned against things like that. Because chances are, you could kill your own line.

There were so many thoughts and each one of them could be wrong. I knew everything was possible in science fiction. But they would be great books at least. I kept on writing, like a mad woman on a mission. I took another sip so I don't lose my focus.

Then an idea of a tv show came to my mind. It was called Stargate Atlantis. I would have to do some research to make sure that I wouldn’t cross some copyright issues, but there were similarities that came into my mind. Along with another show, Ancient Aliens. I added a side note for me to use AI for some help in that research. Yes, AI for aid.

Thoughts kept coming out of me for me to add into my notes. I couldn’t stop my mind once it had started. As I took my last sip of my whiskey and the glass became empty once again. Adding more side notes for me to add some key words to look up later. My thoughts had started to slow down, as the hours became late.

My love came to me, closing my notebook and taking my pen away. He gave a smile. “Come on love, time for bed and leave this for the morning.”

So with a smile of my own. I followed him to bed, my head just stopped thinking at that moment. Leaving for rushing thoughts for the morning, after a cup of coffee or two.