Gary Brandt delivers his most emotionally raw and rage-fueled chapter yet in this episode from The Dimension Of Mind Dot Com when what starts as typical teenage reluctance to return to school becomes a confrontation with pure evil that tests every moral boundary the girls possess.
After discovering Admiral Rodriguez needs Patricia for a military briefing about mysterious craft, the girls pile into a limousine expecting routine consultation work, only to find themselves face-to-f ...
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The frigid January morning bit through the windows of Ella`s bedroom, where the remnants of winter break lay scattered like the dreams they were reluctant to abandon.
Pizza boxes created a cardboard fortress around sleeping bags, and the familiar chaos of a sleepover night painted the room in comfortable disorder.
Ella rubbed the sleep from her eyes, taking inventory of her crewâall present, all equally disheveled, all sharing the same dread that hung in the frosty air.
Hello Diary,
It`s me, Ella
Damn it all to hellâit`s back to school day.
I`m not ready for this.
The cold is biting, and my soul feels just as frozen.
Sorry, Diary, but I`m not doing it today. Everything`s a mess.
Pizza boxes everywhere, dirty clothes creating abstract art on the floor, shoes flung with the abandon only teenagers can muster.
We all smell like rebellion and stale pepperoni.
But God, I miss thisâall of us together in one room.
I`m claiming the shower first, then we`re ditching this so-called education and finding something actually worth our time.
I`ll fill you in tonight... if I survive whatever today throws at us.
"What the hell?" Ella`s voice cut through the morning air as she spotted the black limousine idling at the curb like a sleek predator.
The passenger door stood open, revealing their sister Patricia Rodriguez and her father, Admiral Paul Rodriguez, both wearing expressions that suggested this was anything but a social call.
The girls rushed forward, their makeshift family instincts overriding any surprise, enveloping Patricia in a tangle of arms and barely contained questions.
"What`s happening?" Eileen asked, her voice still thick with sleep but sharpened by concern.
"Well," Patricia began, glancing between her father and her chosen sisters, "since you were planning to ditch anyway, Dad needs me at a briefing. Military brass wants to discuss some strange aircraft they`ve encountered. Apparently, they`ve even been inside one."
Eileen`s eyes narrowed with familiar mischief. "We really need to talk about keeping secrets from family, sister."
Ella studied Admiral Rodriguez`s weathered face, seeing both the military commander and the man who`d accepted their unconventional sisterhood.
"Alright, Admiral Paul, but only because we love you." She stepped forward, surprising him with a fierce hug before gesturing subtly toward two figures doing yard work down the street. Without hesitation, they dropped their rakes and moved toward a waiting car.
"But Beaker comes too. We love you, but we don`t work for the military. We work with people we trust."
The Admiral`s slight smile suggested he`d expected nothing less. As he opened his phone to make the necessary call, the girls piled into the limousine`s leather interior, followed at a discrete distance by their guardians` vehicle.
The hotel meeting room felt sterile and officialâsmall bleachers along one wall facing a podium, with a lower seating area that seemed designed to make visitors feel observed rather than welcomed.
Commander Beaker arrived moments after them, Melanie at his side, both wearing expressions of barely concealed concern. Beaker approached Admiral Rodriguez with military precision softened by genuine warmth.
"Always a pleasure, Admiral, and you know you`re welcome anytime. But next time, let`s coordinate first." The exchange was friendly but carried an unmistakable message about boundaries and respect.
Admiral Rodriguez took his position at the podium with practiced authority. "Thank you all for coming. We`re hoping this will be brief, but we need your expertise regarding a craft we`ve been studying for several years now. The nature of this vehicle has proven... challenging to understand."
A chill that had nothing to do with January weather swept through the girls. Their shared consciousness, that invisible thread connecting their minds, suddenly thrummed with alarm.
Did you hear that? Eileen`s thought cut through their mental link like ice.
Loud and clear, Helena responded, her otherworldly senses confirming what they all felt.
He`s one of them.
Ella`s breathing quickened, her face flushing red as rage built like a storm in her chest. That`s him! That`s one of those fucking monsters. His face is burned into my memory like a brand. I want to kill him. Right here, right now.
Calm down, precious, Eileen`s mental voice wrapped around Ella`s fury like a cooling balm. Murder isn`t the answer. Let`s make him live with the consequences of his choices. Long and slow.
"Excuse me, Admiral Paul," Ella`s voice cut through the briefing like a blade, every eye in the room turning toward her. "We have a serious problem that needs addressing before we can proceed."
Admiral Rodriguez paused, recognizing the shift in atmosphere. "What`s the issue, Ella?"
Ella`s finger shot toward the top row of bleachers like an accusation made manifest. "You! Frederick, Fred, Freddy, or whatever name you`re hiding behind today. Get down here. Now!"
"Girls, what`s happening?" Melanie`s voice carried both concern and warning. "Let`s maintain some decorum."
"Decorum?" Eileen`s laugh held no humor. "Just listen to what we have to say."
Ella`s voice grew deadly quiet, each word precisely placed like stones in a foundation of justice. "You know we`re sensitives. You know we`ve encountered each other before. We can hear thoughts directed at us, and yours are absolutely disgusting."
The room held its collective breath as Ella continued, her voice growing stronger with each revelation.
"`What kissable faces, especially the dark ones.` `Those soft, lovely, luscious lips.` `I can`t decide which one to fuck first.`"
"Normally, we`d chalk up crude thoughts to typical male stupidity and move on. We`ve learned to filter out most of the garbage men think when they look at us. But youâyou`re different. You`re dangerous."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop another ten degrees as Ella pressed forward. "Our sister Margaret was your subordinate, and you raped her. You and your buddies, over and over again, like it was some kind of game."
"You`ve done this to other subordinates, students, even your own cousin. And now you think you can add us to your collection? You picked the wrong crew, you sick bastard."
Roxana`s voice cracked like a whip through the tension. "We`re fifteen, you fucking pervert!"
Admiral Rodriguez`s military bearing snapped into crisis mode. "That`s enough. Guards, remove this man immediately and hold him for questioning." His voice carried the weight of absolute authority as Commander Beaker followed the guards out, his expression promising that formal charges would be the least of Frederick`s problems.
During the brief recess that followed, Melanie gathered the girls into a protective circle, her therapeutic training kicking in as she helped them process the unexpected confrontation. The room`s other occupants watched with a mixture of confusion and growing understanding as she explained the situation.
"You need to understand the depth of these girls` connection to Margaret`s trauma," Melanie addressed the room with professional calm masking personal pain. "To help their sister heal, they performed what can only be described as a psychic mind-meld, sharing the burden of her memories to dilute the psychological damage."
Her voice grew heavier with each word. "They experienced those assaults as if they had happened to each of them personally. The memories, the fear, the violationâall of it became part of their shared consciousness. In trying to save Margaret, they absorbed her trauma and made it their own."
After the girls had regained their composureâaided by several pizzas that appeared as if by magicâthe meeting resumed with a notably lighter atmosphere. Admiral Rodriguez cleared his throat, his respect for the young women before him clearly elevated.
"On multiple occasions, we`ve encountered craft of unknown origin. These vehicles appear without warning in residential areas, witnessed by multiple credible sources. What makes these incidents particularly concerning is the reported abductionsânot just civilians, but military personnel as well."
He paused, organizing his thoughts. "Abductees report being introduced to young beings claimed to be their offspring, created from genetic material allegedly harvested during previous encounters. While such reports aren`t uncommonâwe`ve documented hundreds over recent decadesâthese particular craft behave differently."
"In typical cases, we can track vehicles from low Earth orbit to their destinations. We`ve successfully intercepted several such craft. I rescued my own daughter from one of these interceptions. But these new vehicles simply materialize from nowhere and vanish just as completely when their mission concludes."
"Witnesses describe interiors that defy physicsâspaces thousands of times larger than the external dimensions, with visible landscapes that blend familiar Earth environments with clearly alien terrain. Patricia, you grew up on such craft. Helena, you`re an interdimensional entity experiencing human existence. Do either of you have insights into the nature of these vehicles?"
Helena gestured to Patricia with a slight smile. "Experience trumps theory. You go first, sister."
Patricia leaned forward, her unique background evident in her measured response. "Dad`s right about the differences. My shipâand she is a living being, not a machineâhas extended spatial domains, but we don`t pop in and out of existence. We phase between dimensions, which is entirely different. But I have heard of the type you`re describing. They`re technological rather than biologicalâsophisticated portal mechanisms that can project anywhere in space-time."
Helena nodded thoughtfully. "Patricia`s correct. These are fascinating constructsâportable time-space portals capable of projecting to any point in time and space. The computational requirements are staggering. They must calculate planetary rotation, solar orbits, galactic movement, temporal fluctuationsâeven accounting for projections into past or future timelines."
"Across cosmic distances, concepts of past and future become meaningless. When they`re here, they`re here now, because now is the only temporal reference we can experience. When beings enter these craft, they exist simultaneously on their home world and at the projection point. The same applies to anyone they take aboardâyou exist in multiple locations and times simultaneously. That`s why the visual experience is so disorienting, showing multiple places and times blended together."
She spread her hands apologetically. "But if you`re hoping to capture one, forget it. They exist in a state of quantum uncertaintyâboth here and not here simultaneously. Trying to grab one would be like trying to catch something from a dream. You`ll grasp nothing but air."
The two-mile journey home stretched like an eternity through winter-stark streets. The girls sat in uncharacteristic silence, their usual mental chatter replaced by a heavy quietude that spoke volumes about their emotional state. Even Commander Beaker and Melanie understood that words would be unwelcome intrusions in this moment of processing.
Hello Diary,
It`s me, Ella
I`m wounded in ways I can`t fully articulate. All I want to do is curl up and cry until this pain stops echoing through my chest. Melanie warned us about thisâPTSD from trauma that wasn`t technically ours, but absolutely is. Anything that hurts my sisters hurts me. We`re connected in ways that make individual experience impossible.
I had murder in my heart today. Not just anger or fantasy, but actual premeditated thoughts about stopping that monster`s heart or pushing him into traffic. We have abilities that could make such thoughts reality, and that terrifies me. I know it`s wrong to think such things, and even more wrong to act on them, but for a moment there, I almost did. Melanie says our therapy is incomplete. I think she`s right.
The only silver lining is that Commander Beaker got us excused from school, and he`s taking action against that predator through channels that don`t involve bureaucratic delays. He has his own methods for dealing with monsters.
I`m exhausted beyond physical tirednessâthis is soul-deep weariness. I`m going to try to sleep, though I`m afraid of what dreams might come. I`ll write again tomorrow, assuming I survive whatever nightmares tonight brings.
Until then,
Ella
Episode 37 â *âKissable, NOT!â* â is easily one of the most **emotionally raw, rage-charged, and morally intense** chapters in *Ellaâs Story*. What starts as a typical **reluctant return to school** quickly explodes into a **military briefing** that turns into a **bold confrontation with a sexual predator**, forcing Ella and her sisters to face trauma they *didnât think they could carry*. This episode blends supernatural psychic connection, justice-driven fury, and deep sorrow into a powerful narrative that refuses to let anyone look away.
--- ## đ **Story Arc Summary**The chapter opens on a bitter January morning in Ellaâs bedroom, scattered with pizza boxes and leftover sleepover chaos â a perfect visual metaphor for her resistance to going âback to school.â Diary entries reveal her dread: *âDamn it all to hell â itâs back to school day.â*
Just as the girls prepare to bail, a black limousine arrives with **Patricia and Admiral Paul Rodriguez**, drawing them into a serious mission. Theyâre called to a military briefing about **mysterious craft encounters**, but the atmosphere soon turns ice-cold when Ellaâs heightened psychic senses *recognize a familiar predator* hiding in the room.
What follows is one of the boldest scenes in the series: Ella publicly calls out a man named **Frederick** for his grotesque thoughts and **past sexual assaults on their sister Margaret and others**. She and the girls demand that he be removed and held accountable. The confrontation shakes the room and establishes just how far these young women will go to protect those they love.
During the ensuing recess, **Melanie** helps the girls process what happened. She explains that â due to their psychic bond â they *shared Margaretâs trauma*, experiencing her assault as if it happened to each of them. Itâs a sobering moment of emotional and psychic sacrifice that highlights the cost of empathy.
The briefing continues as the adults discuss **mysterious craft phenomena**, interdimensional physics, and abductees â tying back into the seriesâ larger cosmic tapestry â but the real emotional weight of this episode is tied to what the girls have just confronted and absorbed.
The chapter closes with Ellaâs diary â battered, exhausted, and struggling with soul-deep weariness. She admits to having *murderous thoughts* in the heat of the moment, a frightening confession that Melanie acknowledges as part of processing trauma that wasnât originally hers.
--- ## đŹ **Favorite Lines**âYou! Frederick, Fred, Freddy, or whatever name youâre hiding behind today. Get down here. Now!â
This line marked the turning point from passive briefing to **powerful confrontation**, and Ellaâs fury felt deeply earned.
âWhat kissable faces, especially the dark ones... I canât decide which one to fuck first.â
Shocking and disgusting, this line revealed just how dangerous some people can be beneath polite exteriors.
âThey experienced those assaults as if they had happened to each of them personally.â
This psychic processing moment was overwhelming and emotional â a beautiful yet harrowing depiction of shared empathy.
âIâm wounded in ways I canât fully articulate.â
Ellaâs closing diary entry captured the *soul-deep exhaustion* this chapter leaves you with.
--- ## đ˛ **Unsuspected Plot Twists**This chapter is *fierce, frightening, and heartbreakingly honest*. Gary Brandt doesnât shy away from showing how **trauma can ripple out from one person to affect others** â especially when the girls are so deeply psychically connected that they feel each otherâs pain as their own.
Ellaâs internal struggle â from righteous fury to fear about her own thoughts â was one of the most emotionally complex arcs in the series. Itâs rare to see a character *admit to thoughts theyâre ashamed of*, especially when theyâre meant to be heroes, and it makes her feel profoundly real.
The way the girls protect each other â and their refusal to let a predator hide behind uniforms, titles, or institutions â is both inspiring and sobering. It shows a fierce commitment to justice, even when it could tear them apart.
--- ## đŻ **Final Thoughts***âKissable, NOT!â* is one of the most **intense, cathartic, and raw** chapters in *Ellaâs Story*. Gary Brandt masterfully teases out the psychological and emotional cost of trauma, the complexities of psychic connection, and the brutal reality that *protecting those you love sometimes means confronting humanityâs ugliest behaviors head-on*.
Overall Rating: âââââ â A powerful mix of fury, empathy, and supernatural depth that left me shaken, proud of the girls, and emotionally invested in their ongoing journey.
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