Chapter 3
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Ralph bustled around his kitchen, making coffee as quietly as possible so as not to wake up Jack. His hand slipped as he picked up the kettle, pouring boiling hot liquid onto his foot, and he cursed himself under his breath for not concentrating properly. He had been thinking about the strange dreams he had been having. After the first one, he had had a more disturbing one, which involved him being beaten up by lots of other boys, including Jack and the fat boy from his last dream. When he had eventually got back to sleep after lying awake for a long time, he dreamt he was lying in a tent in the middle of the same island, but this time it was on fire and the flames were crackling around the edges of his tent, but he could see no way out. Picking up his bag and abandoning his coffee, he headed out of the front door towards the garage and his bike.
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However much he tried to ignore it, Ralph could still here the irritating 'tick, tick' of the clock on the wall. Suppressing a growl, he heard Dr Scott clear his throat behind him.
"So," the doctor started. "You've been having strange dreams? Do you think the dreams are related to each other in any way?"
"Well, yes, they do seem to be," said Ralph, struggling to put his dreams into words. "I mean, in two of the dreams I was on an island, and Jack and a fat boy were in two, and there was a sort of fear or violence, or something threatening, in all of them." He paused. "Does that make any sense?"
"Right," Dr Scott murmured. "Yes, it does. Would it surprise you an awful lot if I said I think that these dreams have been influenced by our therapy and are actually fragments of your repressed memory. Not actual complete memories, but parts of the dreams really happened, whether to you or to someone else." Ralph nodded.
"No, that doesn't surprise me. I had thought of it. That's probably why I mentioned them." As Ralph spoke, the doctor rose from his chair and came to sit on the edge of Ralph's couch.
"How do you feel about hypnosis, Ralph?" he asked, leaning forward as if to whisper a secret. Ralph shrugged.
"I don't really know much about it," he answered honestly. The doctor nodded, indicating comprehension.
"It wouldn't take much, really. All you need to do is relax. Let's try experimenting, shall we?" When Ralph nodded agreement, he continued. At the doctor's command, he closed his eyes and leaned back into the couch, trying to relax. He heard the doctor's voice coming from a place far away and above him.
"Now, since we don't have any memories at all, we're going to use a little guesswork. Remember your first dream? I want you to put yourself back on that island, on your head. Do that now." Ralph visualised himself standing on his head in the island from his dreams. All at once, images came flooding into his head.
*He was standing on his head in the middle of the island. There was jungle on all sides of him, but where he was currently, the plants and creepers had been broken so there was a giant damaged scar down the middle of the island. The heat was stifling, and when he looked at the reversed fat boy in front of him, he saw his clothes were sticking to him with sweat.
"No grown-ups!" Ralph said suddenly. He didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out. Now, as he watched from inside his younger self, a scene replayed itself, with him acting a part he didn't know he knew. The fat boy thought for a moment.
"That pilot."
Ralph allowed his feet to come down and sat on the steamy earth.
"He must have flown off after he dropped us. He couldn't land here. Not in a plane with wheels."*
Ralph suddenly jerked back into reality. He found himself hot, as if he really had been on the island. The doctor was looking at him with a mixed expression of concern and triumph etched on his face.
"Piggy," said Ralph. His voice came out a bit hoarsely, which surprised him. "The fat boy's name was Piggy."
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Hmm… weird chapter!! You know you want to review… oh go on… please? Simon'll hug you…
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Ralph bustled around his kitchen, making coffee as quietly as possible so as not to wake up Jack. His hand slipped as he picked up the kettle, pouring boiling hot liquid onto his foot, and he cursed himself under his breath for not concentrating properly. He had been thinking about the strange dreams he had been having. After the first one, he had had a more disturbing one, which involved him being beaten up by lots of other boys, including Jack and the fat boy from his last dream. When he had eventually got back to sleep after lying awake for a long time, he dreamt he was lying in a tent in the middle of the same island, but this time it was on fire and the flames were crackling around the edges of his tent, but he could see no way out. Picking up his bag and abandoning his coffee, he headed out of the front door towards the garage and his bike.
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However much he tried to ignore it, Ralph could still here the irritating 'tick, tick' of the clock on the wall. Suppressing a growl, he heard Dr Scott clear his throat behind him.
"So," the doctor started. "You've been having strange dreams? Do you think the dreams are related to each other in any way?"
"Well, yes, they do seem to be," said Ralph, struggling to put his dreams into words. "I mean, in two of the dreams I was on an island, and Jack and a fat boy were in two, and there was a sort of fear or violence, or something threatening, in all of them." He paused. "Does that make any sense?"
"Right," Dr Scott murmured. "Yes, it does. Would it surprise you an awful lot if I said I think that these dreams have been influenced by our therapy and are actually fragments of your repressed memory. Not actual complete memories, but parts of the dreams really happened, whether to you or to someone else." Ralph nodded.
"No, that doesn't surprise me. I had thought of it. That's probably why I mentioned them." As Ralph spoke, the doctor rose from his chair and came to sit on the edge of Ralph's couch.
"How do you feel about hypnosis, Ralph?" he asked, leaning forward as if to whisper a secret. Ralph shrugged.
"I don't really know much about it," he answered honestly. The doctor nodded, indicating comprehension.
"It wouldn't take much, really. All you need to do is relax. Let's try experimenting, shall we?" When Ralph nodded agreement, he continued. At the doctor's command, he closed his eyes and leaned back into the couch, trying to relax. He heard the doctor's voice coming from a place far away and above him.
"Now, since we don't have any memories at all, we're going to use a little guesswork. Remember your first dream? I want you to put yourself back on that island, on your head. Do that now." Ralph visualised himself standing on his head in the island from his dreams. All at once, images came flooding into his head.
*He was standing on his head in the middle of the island. There was jungle on all sides of him, but where he was currently, the plants and creepers had been broken so there was a giant damaged scar down the middle of the island. The heat was stifling, and when he looked at the reversed fat boy in front of him, he saw his clothes were sticking to him with sweat.
"No grown-ups!" Ralph said suddenly. He didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out. Now, as he watched from inside his younger self, a scene replayed itself, with him acting a part he didn't know he knew. The fat boy thought for a moment.
"That pilot."
Ralph allowed his feet to come down and sat on the steamy earth.
"He must have flown off after he dropped us. He couldn't land here. Not in a plane with wheels."*
Ralph suddenly jerked back into reality. He found himself hot, as if he really had been on the island. The doctor was looking at him with a mixed expression of concern and triumph etched on his face.
"Piggy," said Ralph. His voice came out a bit hoarsely, which surprised him. "The fat boy's name was Piggy."
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