Dr. Slim's House

After a near-fatal car crash, a very injured delinquent, Patrick Hull, wakes up in the guest room of Dr. Maurice Slim, who promises to take care of him until he is ready to leave. Once in Dr. Slim's house, however, strange things start to happen to Patrick and, just as he begins to trust Dr. Slim, he starts to doubt his situation.

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2. 2. First Dream

It happened again. I had another weird dream.

This time, I was a younger version of myself, about eight or nine years old. I don't usually have dreams about things that have already happened to me, but these past few nights in Doctor Slim's guest room they've just kept on coming. It feels like every night I relive a memory while I'm dreaming.

This memory wasn't all that strange, though. It was the detail and level of vividness that scared me. For instance, in this dream I was wearing a bright orange parka with a big ripped hole on the right arm. And that was what I thought was freaky. If I hadn't dreamed it last night I would never have remembered that parka, especially not the color and the big hole in the elbow. It's very odd. Anyway, in this dream I was playing tag with my friends Kenny and Henrietta Briggs, who lived next door to my family, and - because I was only around nine - the fear I felt when they came close to catching me was very real. I remembered I used to get so terrified that I would run away and hide from them. They were twins, you see, and that scared the hell out of me. It wouldn't have done so much if they were brothers or sisters, but because they were a brother and a sister, it freaked me out. I guess my little mind couldn't comprehend it.

So we were playing tag, in my dream, and I got scared and ran away to hide in a ditch in the middle of the woods. That ditch had been there for as long as I could remember and it was huge. I wonder if it would still be there if I ever revisited my hometown. I don't have any family out there anymore, they all moved away a little bit after I ran away and wound up with that gang I told you about, but it'd be nice to go back there and have a look around. I'll write it here as a reminder.

 

- GO BACK TO HOMETOWN AND SEE THE DITCH 

 

So. . . where was I? Oh yeah, the ditch. I guess there had been an oil carrier that crashed out into the woods because there were always these little ugly-looking pools sitting around in there. At least, I always thought they were ugly when I was younger - eight or nine, like I said - but in this dream, they weren't. I used to always hide in that ditch and think the old oil-pools looked like little reservoirs of pollution and bad smells, just there to make the woods less fun to be in, but it was different in my dream, I guess.

They were like deeper, more pure areas of earth, and perfectly circular. On top of that, each pool was home to its own little rainbow, as if another world was living and breathing within it.

I felt like I had power. I could whip my arm at the oil and change the forms of those rainbows. I could slash the colors in any direction I wanted and create a piece of chaotic artwork for every pool. Only, I didn't. I chose not to. In a strange way, I really believed that there was a tiny living world within every pretty pool of oil. I believed that every rainbow hung over the heads of hundreds of happy little invisible people. Who was I to corrupt that? Who was I to take their lives away from them only to amuse myself? I'm like that. I always have been. I act like inanimate objects have thoughts and feelings. It's stupid, I know.

Anyway, I left the miniature oil-worlds alone and, as soon as I had made that decision, I woke up. I was back in Doctor Slim's house. Stuck in the bed in the guest room. Just me and my injuries. I have to admit, though, that these dreams - for whatever reason - are making me trust Doctor Slim more and more every night. I think it's because they remind me of a simpler time. The younger me - from my dream, I mean - would trust anybody without a second thought, and I think it's rubbing off on me. I really couldn't explain it if I tried. 

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