Contrary to reason

Hide and seek

Joe entered the bedroom and took off his chemise. His wife was yet cloaked in the duvet cover and was reading a book called "Mystic River" by Dennis Lehane. "The kids are asleep yet, even Bridgette", he informed her and pulled out some pyjama trousers from the closet. "I thought she didn't want to dream again after seeing the poor zebra getting shot by Van Pelt", Allison replied and giggled. "I told Ariel that she is too young to watch Jumanji, but you both insisted and that's the result now", tired after a hard and arduous day Joe went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. "Marie is having her performance tomorrow. I hope you make it in time. You promised her that you would show up" admonished Allison. Joe spit out the fresh toothpaste and switched off the lights. "I have a lot to do, but I will try everything to not miss this spectacle", he lied down next to Allison and trimmed his pillow. "Good night", he pressed the button of his table lamp and made it himself comfortable under the warm linen sheets.

During the night Allison had a strange and weird dream. She found herself in a hospital. But it wasn't a modern hospital it resembled more a barn. The air was smothery and it was hard to breath. From a side door she could hear people talk. The words were unclear and she decided to walk on. Suddenly she spotted a man. He was wearing a mask and covered his right leg with his long scrubs. Allison went closer to the doctor and stopped only a few steps from him. The room got darker and a little spot was now shining on the masked. She looked on the floor and spotted worms and insects crawling wildly around the man's shoes. It was disgusting. They seemed to make a whole in those leather boots. Then the man took out a little box from his scrubs. He tried desperately to open it until he succeeded. The many pills fell on the ground and transmuted into more critters. The man started to jitter all over and moved eventually the scrubs from his leg. This aspect made Allison almost collapse. There, where normally should be a leg was a bloody and lacerate piece of meat. It was turning into black yet and she could catch sight of maggots who were striking out through the dead flesh.

She woke dripping with sweat up. "Everything okay?" her husband asked who turned to her. "Yes. I just had a pretty disgusting nightmare", Allison whispered. "Do you want to talk about it?" Joe offered. "No. It is too ugly. Try to sleep, it is yet five o'clock in the morning", she answered and covered up.

As if this dream wasn't enough it seemed to continue. She was still standing in front of the masked man. From a small room in the dark came a woman. She was in her early 40ies and covered the wound with a towel.

"I told you to stop with the pills. This is what you get", she said and took the hand of the man.

"Mayfield", he just replied.

"Accept it. It is your last chance, or you won't survive", the woman walked out but the masked came closer to Allison and addressed her.

"I'm a cripple as you can see", he showed her the box where he used to keep his pills. "They destroy me, but I need them", his voice was faint.

Allison didn't know what to answer. She stayed calm until a scream broke through the silence.

"Another nightmare?", Joe wanted to know and switched on the light. "The same as before. I see, it's time to wake up. I'm going to tell you the whole story during breakfast", she explained and got up.

Under the warm shower she could distract her thoughts. The hot water drops pearled on her body and she felt save and far away from this terrible barn. When she clutched at the bath towel she almost stumbled. Last – minute she could hold herself at the fingering. "Are you alright?", Joe shouted from outside. "Yes", Allison had to admit that she was occupied with the last night's dream and was absent-minded. When she looked into the mirror she was certain that someone was standing behind her but when she turned around there were only Joe's clothes from the previous day.

The mind can sometimes play a prank but Allison had a bad feeling that this wasn't the last dream she had about the doctor.