Dreams Unleashed (11 page)

After he geared up, Dad would lock up our 1962 Dodge van, look me in the eyes, and say, "Are you ready?"

I would reply with a smile, "Ready, Dad."

From then on, we wouldn't speak again until our lunch break. He led the way through the brush to the river's edge. I then set out on my own to find a good fishing spot, and Dad would wade into the stream. As we breathed in the crisp, fresh mountain air, we would listen to the soft gurgling sounds of the stream. The stream would talk to us as we cleared our minds. We felt at one with nature. It was our mutual goal to find our Chi within the roar of the Toutle River, and we often did. Those were perfect childhood moments.

Now, all these years later, standing in front of the ginkgo tree with the Herkimer in my hand, I felt a symbiotic relationship between my spirit and mind and a blending of my past with my present and my future. I felt lighter somehow. It was an otherworldly feeling.

The energy between Chow and I also shifted after I found the Herkimer.

We continued through the garden, walking along the Bridge of Nine Turnings that zigzagged across the lake.
It's kind of like the challenges of life, twisting and turning, trying to make it through
.

Toward the end of the garden tour, we stopped at the lotus pond, and I pondered my treasure found in this garden.

We'd spent two hours in the Yuyuan Gardens; I was ready for a late breakfast and then, later, my meeting for that day.

During the thirty-minute drive to the factory, I stared intently through the tinted windows, watching all of the people as we passed by. I saw bicycles that looked like antiques from the 1960s, as well as high-tech electric mopeds. It was a convergence of the past with the present.

When we arrived at the factory, I observed four men standing outside the factory door, dressed in suits and looking directly at my car.

"I called ahead to alert the factory to our arrival," Chow explained.

He opened my door and extended his hand to assist me out of the car and onto the bustling sidewalk. I straightened my caramel-colored linen skirt and walked toward our greeting committee. One man bowed and simultaneously offered his business card to me; he was the owner of the factory.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang. My name is Ann Torgeson," I offered, returning his bow.

Down the line, Zhang introduced me to his managers. It was helpful to have Chow to interpret, because other than the owner, no one else was fluent in English, and my Easy Chinese Translations book that I had previously studied was of no help whatsoever.

When I stopped in front of worker stations during the tour, many of the employees looked up from what they were doing and took a short moment to greet me during the tour. They seemed like a friendly, kind-hearted people, though formal in the beginning.

After the tour, meetings followed, and we discussed the manufacturing challenges of the turbines. I brought up the planned inspections of the factory by an independent company and conveyed Edwin's expectations of quality assurance.

"Miss Torgeson, would you please join me for an early dinner?" asked Zhang as we finished the last meeting.

"I would be honored, Mr. Zhang. I would like to use my car and driver, if you please."

"As you wish," he replied formally.

When we entered the restaurant, the hostess quickly recognized Zhang. She motioned quietly to another woman, who saw Zhang and led us to our table. As we walked to the far side of the restaurant, I noticed many of the waiters glancing at Zhang and quickly standing a little straighter, heads a little higher. They bowed slightly as we passed. All of the sudden a bustle began among the workers, treating him as though he were a rock star.

What's that about
?

As I passed the enormous fish tank filled with live exotics, I felt a little nauseous to realize that some of the patrons there would be eating the fish in the tank that very evening. I swallowed hard.

At least two-thirds of all large predator fish---cod, bluefin tuna, swordfish, and grouper---in the ocean were overfished and endangered. Because of the 2012 fishing red zone around Northern Japan, caused by nuclear contamination from the 2011 tsunami, Chinese fishermen had to go farther and deeper to catch enough fish to satisfy Chinese aquatic appetites. Since there were so few large fish, the Chinese had replaced them with exotics, taking them from the reefs.

It was a long dinner. I was thankful for the late breakfast I'd eaten before Chow brought me to the factory. Even though Zhang ordered several exotics, I focused on discussing business with him, so that I could avoid eating. I knew I'd have to try a few samples to avoid insulting him, but after the obligatory taste, I mostly just rearranged the food on my plate to make it look like I was eating it. In the restaurant atmosphere, Zhang relaxed and gave me additional background information regarding the turbine component his company was manufacturing. I made several mental notes that would assist me in writing the technical manual more accurately.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for the delicious dinner," I said during a break in the conversation. "I'm suffering from a bit of jet lag, which is affecting my appetite. As you know, I just flew in from Seattle last night."

"Miss Torgeson, the staff here can help you," Zhang replied fervently as he signaled urgently to the waitress nearby. He said something in Chinese to her, and she scurried off.

"Miss Torgeson, you will drink some tea that will make you feel better."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I'm grateful," I replied with a forced smile, having no idea what was coming.

A waitress quickly arrived with a strong-scented pot of herbal tea. She began to pour me a cup. "It good---drink---Chi balance," the beautiful woman encouraged.

"Thank you," I said, nodding to her.

It's karma; lying equals bitter tea
.

I drank it, then forced a smile at Zhang.

"It tastes like horse piss, but it will cure your jet lag, Miss Torgeson," he informed me.

I would have laughed at his candor, had the tea not tasted just as he said.

After dinner, Chow returned Zhang to his factory, and I thanked the manufacturing president for a productive day.

On the return trip to my hotel, I did feel my jet lag start to ease away.

That evening, I sat on my balcony in the humid night air. I looked at the garden below, fiddling with the Herkimer in my hand. I pondered what my father had said about crystals resonating energy: Herkimers cleared the way for a higher spiritual understanding.

As I considered it, I heard church bells nearby start to ring.

I looked out beyond the courtyard to the lights of Shanghai and tightened my hold of the Herkimer. As the roar erupted, I screamed as the hotel began to shake violently.

Chapter 9

BELLINGHAM, WASHINGTON

The Year 2015

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of my bedroom at home, trying to piece the dream together. It had been so vivid, so real.

Chow
.

My mind reached back...and then I knew. This was a continuation of a dream I'd had three years before.

"Sinéad, what day of the week is it?" I asked, trying to gain my bearings in time.

"It's Saturday, Ann."

"At least it's the day I thought it was," I said, comforting myself. "Give me the first three news highlights."

"First, 8.9-magnitude earthquake levels much of Shanghai city. Second---"

"Stop, Sinéad!" I commanded, gasping in horror.

"Oh no...no...no...it's not possible. No way," I exclaimed in shock, bolting up in my bed.

"Sinéad," I said, "Find the Bund Garden Hotel in Shanghai. Is it still standing?" I asked, anxious.

"No, Ann. The earthquake's epicenter was latitude N 31° 14' 10.7712, and longitude E 121° 29' 9.9126, the same coordinates as the Bund Hotel. Nothing remains."

My mind was racing.
Why would I dream an earthquake that was happening in China
?

"Sinéad, turn on the lights."

I saw a light reflecting off the bed sheet as the lights came on. As I turned my head, I could see the Herkimer Diamond. I picked it up in reflex.

I brought it back from my dream
?

As I held it, my mind raced back to my husband and what he had said.

"The Herkimer. Believe..."

* * *

We had traveled to Bellingham on vacation in 2011 to visit with my Aunt Saundra and ski at Mount Baker. Elinor was fourteen years old and wanted to learn to ski. Mount Baker had received six hundred and ninety inches of new snow before we had arrived to ski that spring. Armond wanted to ski the backcountry of the White Salmon area, while I would go with Elinor as she took her first skiing lesson in the Heather Meadows area. We bought Armond's backcountry permit, our lift tickets, and Elinor's lesson through the website, then the three of us headed to the mountain to play for the day.

As we pulled into the parking lot of the White Salmon ski area, I felt a sense of nervousness in my gut. I was always uneasy when Armond skied the backcountry, but since I had given him an avalanche safety beacon this past Christmas, I had hoped it would calm my nerves. It didn't. Armond dressed in his ski clothes in the SUV.

"You're gonna have good skiing today, Daddy," Elinor gushed.

"I can see that; the powder is fantastic," Armond said passionately.

"What's that noise?" I asked.

We all stopped and listened.

"Oh, that's the avalanche control team setting off slides," Armond said after a few seconds. They do that regularly in the wilderness area whenever there's heavy snow. We had twenty-four inches of snow in the past twenty-four hours," he exclaimed with a smile.

"I didn't realize it was that much," I said, a little worried.

"Oh don't worry, love, everything will be just fine," he told me, kissing me.

"Besides, Daddy has his beacon, right?"

"I do. Did you know there are over one thousand acres to ski here, Elinor?" he asked.

"No. That's a lot."

"It's a big area, which means that we won't get bored today."

"Are you excited about your lesson, sweetie?" I asked Elinor.

"Yeah. I've wanted to learn how to ski for a long time. But I wanted to learn here, instead of in the East. My friends have been telling me that skiing in powder is a lot better."

"It sure is," Armond remarked. "Skiing in powder is a lot different than skiing in the East. It takes a certain technique, so it's really good that you'll learn in powder," he added.

"Well I know it's gonna be fun," Elinor said excitedly.

"It looks like I'm ready. How do I look?" Armond asked us after he stepped outside, posing like he was a ski model.

Elinor and I laughed and kept laughing harder as Armond posed.

"Daddy, you're so funny."

"I aim to please. Well, you two girls have fun on the bunny slopes. I'll meet up with you at lunchtime in the lodge, like we planned, and then we can ski together for the afternoon."

"Sounds good," I said.

"Now give me hugs," he demanded playfully.

The three of us had a family hug.

"Don't worry," Armond said sternly, pointing his finger at me.

"I'll do my best not to. Love you, baby."

"Love you too," he said, kissing me warmly on the mouth and holding me for a few seconds.

"Love you, Daddy," Elinor offered, while Armond reached down to her for a hug, then lifted her off her feet, swinging her around.

Elinor laughed.

Armond grabbed his skis off the rooftop carrier and headed to chair lift seven, which would get him to the Shuksan Arm backcountry.

"Daddy's so goofy," Elinor said, watching him walk away.

"He is that," I agreed, with my arm around her waist, watching Armond.

We got in the car for the short drive to the Heather Meadows area. Elinor and I parked at the upper Heather Meadows parking area, got dressed in the car, then headed to the lodge for our rental skis. The building was cedar sided, a traditionally styled rustic alpine lodge with three stories. The lodge side facing the ski runs was covered with enormous picture windows down the side, so you could watch the skiers from the warmth of the many stone fireplaces in the lodge. The backdrop of Mt. Shuksan dwarfed the lodge.

"This is one of the prettiest places on earth, don't you think Elinor?"

"Oh yes, Mommy."

It was a breathtakingly beautiful day with snow falling; we would need our goggles. We got fitted for our rentals and were joking around with the young staff in the lodge. In the gift shop, Elinor stopped to look at hats.

"What do you think of this one?" she asked me after trying on a blue knitted cap.