I feel a chill run through me. I am not sure of myself at this point. There is something eerie going on and I am getting confused thoughts deep in my mind.
Gabe looks at the clip board and says, “The parents were right, just the wrong instance. I am not sure how that happened.”
I ask, “What are you talking about?”
Gabe answers, “I cannot tell you exactly what you are wanting to know. It is not allowed at this point in your existence. What I can tell you is we are in agreement with you that there has been a Cosmic Mistake. I brought you here to correct that mistake.”
I am now not interested in this dream anymore. I stand and say nothing else. I try to wake up … I can’t. All that has transpired so far has only made me more depressed. I can’t handle this while I’m dreaming. I look for the door to leave. I need some kind of relief and this so far hasn’t done it.
I walk through the door … I have entered the same place I just left. I turn and see … NO!
I see the same thing in both places. There is no way out except to wake up … I can’t.
Gabe says softly, “Come Tommy, sit. I promise I am going to make a correction.”
I am feeling fear. I hope I haven’t lost my mind. I can feel the texture of the door. I feel the floor under my feet. It feels like thick shag carpet. Just I see only a flat surface.
I am so depressed. I start to bang my head on the door frame. It really hurts. I almost don’t care. I stop. Gabe asks me to sit again … in frustration, I flop back in the chair.
I feel my forehead. There is a growing knot where I had banged my head and it hurts. I am surprised. I’ve never had a dream like this before.
Gabe says softly, “You might as well cooperate with … this dream, Tommy. I will not end it until I have made the correction. Do we understand each other?”
In total frustrated helplessness I agree.
Gabe asks, “What do you feel would be the perfect girl? We don’t need to ask, it’s just so that we have it documented in your own voice.”
I laugh … I can’t help it. I know now this isn’t a dream. I have finally lost my mind and am in some psychotic delusion. I give up and describe to him what I feel the perfect girl is to me. Hair, eyes, figure, everything I could think of. I am crying in total misery by the time I am finished. I will commit suicide as soon as I am able.
