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The Dream
As the man
dream about his countless hours, of struggling nightmares, and imagination from
the past, it always leads to this big gray house. When the man awoken from his slumber at his
own house and bed, he begins to think about his problem. Sometimes he would go
days and nights dreaming about that same place and scene that await his inevitable
horrors. The whispers where not so gentle and voices where not so kind like the
ones people hear from a warm and loving family.
Nor is it a yell or anger that ticks people off and makes them want to
leave. No It was much worser then
that. It was a scream that frightens
people. As the sounds and shrieks get louder, the voices in his head would get
stranger and weirder to the point of insanity. As the man tries to remember his
past, his own identity, and thoughts, the haunting images always lead back to this
big gray house. The house that has many branches and thorns full of red roses,
but are never cut off. The house that
has many secrets and deceit that is well hidden and protected by the gates. “Why am I dreaming about this,” said the man,
“I’m I going crazy.” Should he look
inside the house and investigate? Or is it that his own mind or conscience, is
telling him to stay away from this place? So ask the man tries to figure out
what is wrong with him he decides to seek professional help. To recover his own
past the man decides to see his psychiatrist Dr. Brad Zenwinch.
Dr. Brad Zenwinch was his name a knowledgeable
person indeed and kind person in heart.
When the man arrived at his office, the doctor begins to speak. “So what
is do you want to accomplish here”, ask the doctor. “Well doctor I want to be cured from this
nightmare”, said the man. I am beginning to get these strange nightmares over
and over since my incident from the fire.
“I think it somehow connects to my past that I cannot really remember. “Maybe if I triggered this dream of mine I
can hopefully recover my past, can you
be able to help me.” While his palms where sweating and his legs where twitching
the man would sit there patiently waiting for the doctor to answer. As the man rocked back and forth on the
leather chair, he began to tell his side of the story. The man told Dr. Zenwinch that he had lost
all his memories from childhood and therefore has forgotten his name and
family. He could only remember about a house at night, and that inside there
was a room full of horrors and screams. The man could not tell the doctor how
the incidents happen, or occurred and what has befallen his family, nor
remember where he was born. So asked Dr. Zenwinch wrote down some notes on a
paper with his black pen he begin to tell the man his advice. “Now what I’m going to do in helping out the
situation here is going to be very difficult understand?” the man reluctantly
answered. “Yes doctor I’m ready.
As the doctor put
down his notes and pen he grabs out his suitcase, brings out a black
tape-recorder and begin to speak. “Now I want you to close your eyes, said the
doctor: “relaxed and breathe deeply and feel more comfortable.” So when the man closed his eyes, the doctor
carefully begins to speak to him in a soft and tone voice. A voice that sounds
like a haunting dream, and when the treatment started, the man was lost in
translation.
Copyright 2008 Roger Bounchareune
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