A bit of flash fiction for you today–“Dream Therapy”:
A crying baby I couldn’t find. Water everywhere. Stuck in slow motion.
“Perfectly normal,” my therapist assured me.
Falling from a building. Being left behind. Trapped in a closet.
“We need to determine the underlying causes.”
I didn’t have time. I couldn’t stand another dream. I was waking up screaming.
“Have you tried lucid dreaming?”
He taught me how to take control.
That night, I dreamed I showed up for an exam in my underwear. People laughing.
Then I remembered I was dreaming. I had a gun.
Laughter turned to screams.
I still have nightmares. But I wake up smiling.