dreams

[crack connoisseur]

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Promptly, he roused from the waiting couch, nodding, only to walk through the door held by the man, who he assumed to be the clinic's psychologist. It was his first visit. The psychologist told him to sit, pointing to a crimson red armchair right in front of his table, which also had a crimson red armchair behind- and so he did.

"I had a dream last night."
"Huh?"
"A dream, I had it, it was last night."
"Huh?"
"Last night, I had a dream."
"Go on."
"This dream where I..."
The man couldn't find the words.
"Where I... Ţ̶̢̧̺̞͓̝͍͉͑̒h̸̬̜̖͖̺͎͉̭̊̉̈̇̑͌͌̃̓̈́̏͊̚͠͠ͅį̵͚̪̗̖̰̥̫̭̙͎͕̬͇͚̫̜͋̈́͆̒̓͊̈̎̈́̂͝͝͝s̴̨̡̢̤̪̼̯̈́̏̍͗͝ ̴̨̡̙̦͇̮̣̤̙́̈̐̈́̀͆͊͘d̷͉͎͍̦̜̲̳̲͘r̷͈̥̠̹̦̥͈̰̳̲̼͖͙̲̰̰̹͊̉̏ȅ̷͈͇͙̝̥̬̲̬͍̭͒̔̈̒̽͆͑͂̈́̓̎͒̕ͅa̵̧͇̻͙͖̣̋̓́͝m̵̭͈̙̝͉̗͍͈̬͕͒̈́͜͠ ̸̻̰͖͓͙̑̐͂̾́̕͜f̴̢̢̣͔͔͇̝̥̖̄͛̿ǫ̸̛̖̼̖̤͇̟͆̄̏̓̽̂̾̀̾̋̈̃̍̃̚ ̵̛͚̝͓̰̜̤̻̲̟͕̰̅̎̄̃̇̀͜͝m̷̫̺̥̪̰̝̖̪̾́̍̀͆̍̏̄̍͘͜į̶̨̨̖͚̭̯̲̙̪͈̂̂̑̀͝ͅņ̴̖̗̫̪̙̙̗̹̣̥̫̘̻̜̄̑̈́̋̀̑̈́e̵̛͇͍͔̙̘͖̙͂͑͝ͅ... Where I... ████████████████████ And then I  ███████████████████... You know?"
"Huh?"

The man confusedly blinked like he couldn't find the proper words. But not in the usual way, it's not like he forgot the words, but he never had them originally. He'd look at the psychologist, who patiently waited for the dream to be explained.

"Do you mind if I-- smoke?"
The doctor shook his head.
"Alright, then." And upon touching the cigarette pack to take off a single one, the doctor sternly warned him not to do it.
"I said no."
"But you said you don't mind."
"I told you no."

The man annoyedly got up from the armchair, ready to leave, thinking it was all a scam. Upon reaching the door, he didn't know why, but he felt an urge to beckon the next guy over, a man who patiently waited on a couch.

"Phillip? Is that you? Come in."

[crack connoisseur]

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He was a simple man, in a house that housed no one but him. However, there was a rather strange problem: whenever he left a room with a faucet within, he'd notice the faucet was somewhat turned on afterward. The water bill had increased, but not by much, however, the noise- the noise! It annoyed him so much, and he wondered how he was always forgetting to turn off completely those damn faucets.

However, one day, he had an idea to record himself going into the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink, grab a snack, and stealthily leave a camera recording a video on the countertop. The plan was executed perfectly, and then, a few minutes later, he took the camera, promptly watching the video, hoping he had not gotten Alzheimer's at such a young age!

The recorded video kept playing for a few minutes until a bald guy he had never seen in his life showed up in the video, sneakily turning on the faucet, though only by a bit, smiling like the sleazy fuck he was. Terrorized, he widened his eyes, wondering how the hell that guy had gotten into his house! He jumped from his armchair, ready to call the police- no, the man would catch him, wouldn't he? He was inside his house, after all. Thus he took his keys and ran as fast as he could to the door...

Only to meet the same bald guy covering most of his wooden door with his bulky body, holding a sawed-off shotgun wearing nothing but professionalism in his expression. "I'VE COME TO CLAIM YOUR BOUNTY, CHILD-HUNTER!"

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A deafening scream. Not by anyone inside the dream, but by the dream's owner, which had quickly ceased the unwanted experience.