Bosa Higgs: Reflections of Blood (part 11)

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Then in the middle of the night a scream. Max's arms was over Bosa's chest and her sudden awakening disturbed him.
Max: Are you all right? He blabbered in darkness. Half conscious he whispered that everything was going to be all right and started singing "Go to sleep baby" until he himself fell asleep again.
Bosa tried to catch up to the dream, which rolled in front of her eyes as a high speed digital photo frame. She was slowing down her breath and wiping the drops of sweat from her eyes.
Bosa: I need my book, I need my book. In that moment Max jumps from the bed knowing that she had another vision. Pertaining or not to the case was the question.
Max: Where is it? he asked.
Bosa: Move, its right under the bed. For a minute she sat and wrote. " I am just a particle of God"
During all of this Max was just standing there, ready to hit the kitchen if she needed water or something, patiently waiting for an answer, dying in aguish. She stopped writing and started reading to herself. Every now and then a whisper would come out louder than intended from her.
Bosa: I hear. Echo. Impossible. Max decided to ask, because he just could not hold it in anymore. It is like a inhaled smoke, burning inside and you can not wait to blow it outside.
Max: What is it?
Bosa: This cant be!?! She took the covers off of her feet and rushed out of the room like wind would between trees. She opened the door to this unknown room filled with tapestry and concave glass surfaces with a workstation in the center. As Max went in after her a collection of water drops with different reverb tails resonated in the room. A simple drop of water recorded at close proximity now would sound as in TajMahal , Lincoln Center or some dirty nerds basement. Bosa shuffled through them for couple of minutes examining them closely and demanding complete silence from Max.
Bosa: I found it. Beauty of convolution software. But…she looks at the second screen stating the preset name of this particular sound. B.A.T.H.R.O.O.M.
Max: How can that be? Weren't we in a park, open space?
Bosa: Yeah, but it could be the reflections caused by the arch shape of the bridge. Plus, it has been established that auditory illusions in dreams are common. Studies have shown that depending on which side you sleep, the ear facing the ceiling is the one doing the dream listening. As I slept on the right, my left ear, the one which is connected to the right brain, our creative side, was active. The right ear, which would have been more efficient in discovering percussive sounds such as our body drop has been somewhere in the pillow. 
Max stood there in amazement. He was a witness of Bosa's spoken inner dialogue.  A discussion that would intrigue the entire scientific community.
Max: Well, all right, but that sound you heard could have been very similar to this one due to the acoustics of the under bridge passage way, correct?
Bosa: Yeah, I guess.
Max: OK, so lets go back to sleep and we will deal with this in the morning.