It was another reality check – the strangest and most terrifying one I’d ever had. My psychiatrist tried to calm me, but I just couldn’t shake the awful trauma of my experience. Lucid dream therapy wasn’t working, so he finally relented and gave me some experimental meds that had shown promise in trial studies.
I went home and immediately took a pill. That night it happened again. But I noted this one wasn’t nearly as bad as the last one.
Maybe there’s hope for me after all.
I finally fell asleep, and then took another of those wondrous little blue pills.
© 2010 Gary D. Timothy
Is the dream world any less “real” than the waking world? What if the dream world was the norm, and wakefulness only a daymare?