Since my previous post, I’ve traveled six times. Four times to the past, ranging from about six hours to a max of 15 years (I spent almost three days in 1993 – more on that coming – what a trip!). I traveled to the future twice, once about 18 hours and once just over a year. Those trips were really quick, about 5 minutes each in length.
I’m trying to figure out why trips to the future are so brief, if in fact that’s the case. So far, it has been. I will say I believe it’s an internal thing, because I’m in no way comfortable in the future. In fact, it’s decidedly uncomfortable. There seems to be a tension in the air, an almost-audible shrieking in my head as if my body is saying what the hell are you doing here? I tend to pop back pretty quickly, and the shrieking (which I can never quite hear, but definitely feel) subsides. I never feel that way in the past.
Maybe it’s a metaphor for how uncomfortable we humans are with the unknown. I’ve always been at least a little adventurous, and never fearful traveling someplace new. But the future is just a place that doesn’t feel right. Probably just me.
And probably just as well that I’m not there very long. I didn’t have time to read what “President Obama” was talking about in the article I clicked on during my 3 minutes in 2009 last week. 
There you go, a rare spoiler. When am I going to remember to click on the California Lottery website instead of the news when I go to the future!
