A distressed Gecko looks out the window of the office he currently sits in. It's 40 stories high, at the southwestern edge of the city the building towers over. The skies blue, the waterfront just as blue. People just going about their lives.
"Drew?" A genial voice calls out. His attention is called back from the window to the face of the cat calling it. "How does it effect you?" The cat asked. She has on a smart light green suit and a clip board, with a pen full of ink just waiting to jot down all his problems and how they're all his fault.
"I don't know how to react…I know I'm not happy to see it." Drew responds. He grabs his tail as if it were a sort of security blanket. "A piece of me thinks dreams of this nature, especially as recurrent as these ones are, are a product of…I don't know, being a less than ideal person? Does that make sense?"
"Well how do you define that?" The cat looks at him, her face puzzled by the living riddle sitting in her patient chair.
"I'm not sure how to answer that." He tells her.
"I mean what do you think is less than ideal-"
"No, I mean, I get it, but like, what do you define as ideal, what is ideal?"
"Well Drew. These are the questions I'm here to help you answer. But I can't feed you these answers. A part of therapy is you having to figure out the "divide" so to speak, for yourself." Drew just sits in his chair, his gaze dulled by the fear of being responsible for his actions. He sits there, looking out the window again.
"So many elements of the dreams are recurrent its hard to nab a grip on the important things."
"I don't personally subscribe myself to the idea that dreams tell us something about ourselves we don't already know, but I do think that when recurrent elements appear, it is an idea that mind has thought long about, something you aren't really willing to just dismiss easily, or quickly. So what do you think your dreams are trying to tell you?" She asked. He put his face in his palms and thought hard about her questions.
"I'm not sure…I think I have some searching to do." He tells her.
"Well I want you to reflect on these questions and do some digging internally. Maybe we can start to parse out some answers by your next session." She writes a few things down on her clipboard then sets it aside. "Now should we talk about your next appointment?"
"Let me get back to you in about a week. Kirksis is kinda rounding the corner on this documentary project of his and we're prepping everything."
"Oh that's right. You had mentioned this before. Is everything settled? Are you guys all good to go so to speak?
"Sorta. I don't know. most of this hinges on a conversation I need to have with our director. He is super insistent that we can get Starfox of all people to speak to us." Drew says.
"How feasible do you feel that is?" She asks him.
" I don't know. On some level it seems like a no brainer that they'll agree, but on another level if you believe everything ever written about them then-" Drew says
"Why would they want to speak to you?" She answers. He nods and gestures his arm forward to confirm how the situation feels on his end. "Well I can't imagine its wasting an opportunity on any end to at least talk." She says.
"That's most likely the approach I'll end up having at the end of this." He says, standing up from his chair.
"Do you need a refill?" She says not gazing up from what she's writing.
"Yeah, I think the current dosage is working out fine." He extends his hand out to receive a prescription of his anti depressants from .
"You know it occurs to me that your prescription could be causing your dreams to seem so vivid. It is a common side effect. Maybe we should consider tapering down post this filling." She says, handing him his slip.
"I've heard such things. We can definitely talk about it. Thank you Doctor." He says taking the slip and leaving the office.
"Have a good day Drew." She gets up to close the door. Drew walks out of the massive office building, he pulls out his comm-phone to see a couple messages that came in during his therapy session as well as a few he had neglected to look at since the night before. One from his parents asking how he's doing. A message from his girlfriend about plans for the rest of the week and then two that came in during his session. One was from a Dylon, asking "Have you heard from Kirksis yet?" and another from his landlord that asked about his late rent. He sat at a rail transport station and sent a message back to Dylon just a simple "No" then a quick message to his landlord saying he would have the rent credits later in the day. A rail car pulls up and Drew ushers himself on with a few others. A voice comes on over the PA, scratchy and garbled that they are heading in the direction of the "Shopping district." He pulls out a notebook, its tattered and worn and begins writing a few notes. On a page titled "Production Notes" he scribbles a few names and dates down. Then flips to the very back of his notebook and on a page that he has written "Recurring" he puts a tally mark down near the word "falling", the tally mark denoting that this is the 12th time this has occurred and writes a new word near the bottom of the page "Dread" and puts 3 tally marks down near it. He closes the book and pulls his comm back out. He sends a message to Kirksis "We all good to go next week? Any word from SF?" He puts his comm back in his pocket and readies himself to exit the rail car. A light rain falls as the sun shoots out through the clouds in different gaps. Drew walks towards his pharmacy, when he arrives his Comm begins to ring.
"Kirk, what's up?" Drew says.
"I got some good news man. Head over to my place as soon as you can, I'm about to call Dylon"
"I can be there in about an hour." Drew says.
"Good, see you then." Kirksis hangs up and Drew sighs, and enters his pharmacy.