“I hate those dreams,” he winced, “I really do.”
“Sure, I understand,” said the doctor as he poked him with yet another steroid.
“No, you don’t.” He could have pulled out his own hair if he had any. He, however, didn’t have the fortune of such comforts of life.
“I assure you, I do,” said the doctor as he pressed a tiny bandage against his skin which was slightly swollen from the injection, “I have a lot of patients who have lost their eyesight. I hear their dreams and the consequent absence of them. I know their pain. So, trust me. I understand.”
“I see horrible things,” he persisted, “and those horrific experiences are so real, I could actually bleed from them.”
“It happens. The trauma that a person undergoes can cause such dreams and at times even hallucinations.” The doctor checked his pulse. “You will do just fine. Give it some…..”
“I don’t think I’ll do fine, doc. People see dreams when they sleep. I see dreams all the time. With this one eye. As if this eye, that I had lost, has gone to an eternal land of dreams.”
“You dream even when awake?” laughed the doctor as he started to monitor his heartbeat, “That’s not dreams. That’s hallucinations.”
“It’s not. Because they become real. All the ugliness. The stench. The screams. They all come true.”
“Oh my gosh, your heartbeat has suddenly dipped. NURSE….” The doctor jabbed at the alarm on the desk nearby.
“I am seeing even right now. There is blood here,” he said.
“Where?” The doctor looked at his hallucinating patient from top to toe.
“Here.” He pointed at the doctor’s coat.
The doctor checked his chest and as he had expected, there was nothing.
“It’s just a hallucination you are experiencing. Now, you need to calm….”
Just then the glass window shattered and a deafening sound echoed through the room. The doctor looked at his own chest from where blood was gushing through now. Without another word he stumbled and landed on the floor with his face down.
“It’s not a hallucination. It never is,” he said as his heartbeat returned to normal.