Jorec sat nervously in his chair for the third time in three days. The room he was in was filled with several bookcases containing many datapads detailing psychology and even a few rare leather-bound books on the subject. The room was also furnished with a few nice chairs in which patients could sit.
"Excuse me, Jorec? You're drifting again."
Jorec focused his attention on the middle-aged blonde woman in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Surool. Where were we?"
"We were talking about your recent dreams. Now you've told me that Jedi rarely have normal dreams, or at the very least remember them. Do you think there's some sort of hidden meaning in these dreams?"
"Yes. In them, I'm always running. From what I can't see, but I can hear blaster fire behind me. I can also sense that I'm not the only one in danger here, I feel three lives being threatened in it, but I can't even see who else is being chased."
"Three lives in addition to your own, or including?"
"Including my own life, I think."
"Now, you've mentioned the murders of the other Jedi earlier. What precisely happened?"
"Me and my master were sparring with two other Jedi to celebrate the war being over. While fighting, I saw the clone troopers march towards us and…"
A few tears came to Jorec's eyes. He sniffed and then wiped the tears from his eyes.
"And I watched them raise their weapons. We…we ran for the nearest cover we could find. Support beams for the prefab shelters. Then they opened fire on us…"
"How did you feel when this happened?"
"Betrayed. They were supposed to be totally obedient, they weren't made to turn on us! Frightened, angry, but mostly betrayed. Why do we even have to bring this up?"
"Because I believe that the incident that happened two years ago is the cause of your recent problems."
"It just… It's hard to bring these memories back."
"I understand, I've had several other patients who have said the same thing. Now, there were four of you when you fled?"
"No, only three. The Ithorian had already been killed."
"So, while you were running away from the clones there were three lives in danger?"
"Yes."
"Couldn't that be what the dreams have been about, and not some prophecy sent by the Force?"
"It's possible, but it just feels different from that."
"It's quite normal for those who have gone through an extremely traumatic incident to frequently have nightmares of that incident. Is there anything else to these dreams?"
"Not that I can remember."
Dr. Surool fiddled with a datapad for a second and then replied.
"From what you've told me about those dreams, they seem to be normal nightmares about what happened to you two years ago."
A beeping sounded interrupted her, a small look of annoyance came over Jorec's face.
"I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. I'll have my assistant set up another appointment for you in one week, OK?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine. Thanks."
"It's no problem."
Jorec sat down in a small chair in his apartment and slowly shook his head. Despite all of the psychobabble Dr. Surool had offered as an explanation for his dreams, there was still the lingering feeling that these dreams actually were something more than his brain simply reliving the past. In fact, one of the lives in his dreams seemed much closer to him than any of the Jedi that had been killed. The other presence seemed an oddity to him however; it felt close to him yet at the same time distant.
He took a sip of water and slowly sighed. There had to be some hint of a possible future in this dream, if only he could actually focus on the events in the dream and bring more of this possible future to light.
"You must be careful when sensing the future. You must realize that what a Jedi may sense is only a possible future, and only that. Great ruin can come from a Jedi that when trying to prevent a vision from taking place, actually causes it to take place. It has happened before, and it will happen again."
Jorec quickly opened his eyes and searched the room for the source of the voice that had invaded his sleep, knowing that he wouldn't see the source. It was The Voice that had constantly helped during his two years in the wilderness, the voice that had seemed familiar yet
"Get out of here, you're not real, just an illusion created by me to help me deal with my problems."
"If you do not wish to listen to my advice, I will no longer offer it. But be wary of the Dark Side, in the past few years it has grown especially stronger. Do not give in to anger and despair like many others have and will."
"Good advice, now get out of my mind."
The following silence let Jorec know that The Voice had left, at least temporarily. The silence brought with it a sense of loneliness and emptiness to the room. To bring some life into the room, Jorec walked over to a device he had been told played music. The device began playing some song about living in the present tense. Disgusted that even the radio was given him advice on how to live, Jorec quickly walked over and turned the device off.
He looked at the chronometer on the device, and was amazed that it was already past midnight local time. Jorec went into the apartment's small bedroom and laid down on his bed, hoping that this night's sleep would not bring any nightmares. For once, he was right.