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kind—even when in a dreary mood. She was really pretty, a good mom in my opinion.”
    “And you mentioned she had nightmares. Did she ever tell you about them?”
    “No, her aunt told me about it after my mom passed. I’m sure had she known I would have similar dreams, she would have told me, but I know they were bad.”
    “I’m sure she would have,” she agreed.
    The doctor went into a series of questions that I answered before she walked to her desk. She uncovered a clock looking instrument with a small square pagoda top, wound it up from the back, and set it next to the Zen garden on the coffee table.
    “Watch the needle move counter clockwise. It will help clear your mind so you can focus.”
    “Is this a hypnotic clock?” I asked skeptically.
    “Not exactly, but it is intended to help you focus and relax. I will ask you a series of basic questions, you give me best answers, and then I’ll help you recall some of your dreams, and see if I can make sense of what’s going on. Now relax and concentrate.”
    I watched the hand spin counterclockwise much faster than that of a second hand on a clock. My eyes were instantly fixated.
    “What is your name?” she asked, breaking my concentration.
    I looked at her oddly. “Sasha.” Just go with it . I mentally rolled my eyes.
    “Keep your eyes on the clock. How old are you?”
    “Twenty-four.”
    “What profession are you in?”
    “Newspaper editing.”
    “In general, how long have you been having the dreams you described?”
    “A while.”
    “Be specific.”
    “Only recently have they become lucid and real to me. I was a teenager maybe fifteen when I realized my dreams were different from most others. I think it was around a year ago they became repetitive for days or a week at a time, maybe longer.”
    “Have they always bothered you as they do now?”
    “No,” I answered truthfully. “I’ve always been able to deal with them, but now, I guess they have overpowered me or something.”
    “Do tell everything you can remember about your dreams, from beginning until now. You must concentrate on the details.”
    I had to tell a complete stranger my bedtime chronicle. Something I hadn’t even shared with those closest to me, but I was truthful and shared the in-depth details of my entire forest chronicle and the car accident. I even told her about my attraction to Jack and how he and the boy had both shared visions with me and about the gun and my clothing crossing over into my dreams.
    The doctor sat fixed in her chair gazing out the window for most of my verbalized dreams. I wasn’t sure if she had tuned me out, was possibly in deep thought, or processing my words, as they were even too much for me to grasp.
    Once I ran out of memories to share, I sat perched on the edge of the seat holding the teacup, nervously sipping from it and waiting for a response. The doctor didn’t glance in my direction when she stood and walked past her desk to the far wall that showcased an enormous library. Running floor to almost ceiling stood rows of hundreds of books lining a wall. A thin sliding ladder sat on rollers and hooked over a bar, intended for the vertically challenged to reach the upper shelves. 
    I watched as she crouched slightly and ran her finger along the bindings of a few books, almost removing one. Undecided, she pulled the book next to it from the shelf, staring at it briefly before taking a seat at her desk. As she sat flipping through pages, the doctor would occasionally glance at me then finally broke the way too severely long silence.
    “Come, Sasha, I have something to share with you.”
    I sat the teacup down and walked over to the desk. Looking to where her finger pointed, I stared at the drawing.
    “What are those?” I asked, leaning in for a closer look at the angelic looking people with strange eyes. “That’s not at all what I saw in my dreams.”
    Doctor Chiaki looked at me. “Visionaries,” she said, still pointing to the image.