Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Falling



I've been having those dreams again.  The ones where I'm falling through cacophonous spaces, lashed by brutal dark winds roaring off of tumultuous black seas that I never seem to reach in my headlong plummet through space. 

I awake screaming.

For three days now I've woken up screaming.

I'm not sure if I'll scream tomorrow.  Mostly because I don't know if I'm going to wake up again.  The doctors mean well, at least some of them, most of the time.  But I'm not sure that I can trust Dr. Van der Heyl.  I find his squinty, piggish eyes disturbing.  And I didn't start having the nightmares again until after he began taking an interest in my case.  I wish that Wilbur was here.  He'd know what to do.  He always does.