Just A Dream

I was sitting in the waiting room for my doctor to come. After what happened… I decided to go to see a psychologist. The fact I was the only one waiting here didn't help much. I wanted to run away.

“Fuck this!” I cursed quietly and stood up to face the most handsome man I ever saw. He was leaning against the door frame.

“Miss Sinclair I suppose. My name is Doctor Hendrickson. Come with me to my office, would you like something to drink?” He walked to the door behind me and opened it for me.

“Ehm,” I had to clear my throat. “Water please,” it sounded more like a question than a statement. He seated me on a couch and brought me the water. I thanked him. Those were the last words spoken for what seemed to me like hours.

“Miss Sinclair, you don't have to be afraid. This is your free and safe space. You can say whatever you want. I will listen without judging. I just want to help you,” he said in a very calming way.

“Okay… I don't know where to start…”

“What was your breaking point? What made you come to me?”

I started to think… What was my breaking point? I started to talk:

“Honey, dinner is ready,” I said as calmly as possible. He came into the kitchen and sat down behind the table. I was still shaking. My nose still bleeding, my left eye hurted as fuck… He crossed the line. I needed to move away from him. I needed a backup plan. I placed the food in front of him with one cold beer.

He tasted the food and threw it on the ground: “You call that food?!” I was shaking like crazy. “ANSWER ME!” I jerked and almost passed out in fear. I wasn't able to answer.

He beat me to the point I almost died. If not for his friends coming and beating the shit out of him for what he did to me. They took me to the hospital. When he came to apologize, they protected me. They found out he lost a lot of money in an illegal casino. The owner wanted the money back. We didn't have the money. We had enough to live and have some fun… But the fucking idiot lost our home, our savings, our future… He lost me. The owner wanted me as payment. My boyfriend agreed. This was the first time he went physical with me. He was always moody, but never laid a hand on me. Yeah, except for this evening. He was blaming me for his mistakes.

The recovery took me almost three months. His friends vanished when they helped me to find a new place to live. I was grateful. After a few months someone knocked on my door. It was the police. They came to inform me about my boyfriend's murder. I felt relieved. I reported him, but the police never found him. Until now. The police officer told me about the casino owner and he was arrested for his criminal activity. He didn't say what activity, but… Yeah, I was glad he was out of the game too. After a few days I was surfing the internet and there was news about my new “owner”... They killed him during his transport to the court.

“That was your breaking point?” Hendrickson asked me.

“No… That night I had the strangest dream in my life. Do you believe in the supernatural, doctor?”

“Miss Sinclair, we are not here to talk about what I believe or not. We are here, because you need me and my help. So please… Continue your story.”

I took a deep breath:

That night, I could sleep in peace. Finally I was free. Or was I? I had a dream… I was running from something, or someone. Only thing I know… It was a male. They call it a shadow figure. He caught me… I was fighting him. No chance for me to win and yet I tried. He was tall, masculine, strong and honestly his touch was like elektricity. He whispered something in my ear. First I couldn't understand. I did after he tore my clothing off me and started to finger fuck me. “MINE,” he repeated and I lost myself. I stopped fighting him, I let him kiss me. He licked his fingers that he took from my vagina. I cried out, because it turned me on. Next thing I know, he jerked off. His penis was too big for a human. I started to panic, but he held me in place and pushed him inside of me. I cried out again. This time it was a combination of pain and pleasure, because I came right away. He just smiled wickedly. He started to fuck me in the most hardest way. I came again and again and he didn't even sweat. Last time I came, he came with me…  I woke up. All sweaty and wet. My vagina was throbbing. I had to masturbate. I had the best orgasm by my own hand.

After the shower I realized some of my memories. I thought it was just a dream or my imagination. This was not the first time this figure visited me. Mostly it pretended to be my boyfriend to calm me and give me mind blowing orgasms. I never told anybody. I saw him even fully awake. The strangest thing is… I recognized him. My body wanted him.

“Doctor… Please help me… I think I am crazy!” I broke into tears.

“Shh, it is okay. You are safe here. We will continue later. Come, let's take a walk. I buy you a coffee,” the doctor helped me walk out of his office. We didn't speak outside. Just in a coffee shop, where I had to say how I like my coffee.

“Black with sugar,” he ordered and we waited. During our waiting I broke the silence. “Mister Hendrickson, can I have a personal question?” He looked down at me and nodded. “How did a man like you come to this job?” He laughed in the most beautiful way.

“I wanted to help people. I am also a medical doctor. I have a degree in law. I am good with languages. Philosophy and history are my hobbies. For your next question, I am a good learner.” My mouth had to stay open, because he gently closed it with his index finger.

“Oh, sorry… I mean… Thanks… I mean… Wow!”  I went silent again. We took the coffee and went to sit outside. It was warm outside. Autumn came with nice weather, I loved it. I forgot the coffee will be hot and sipped it. “Fuck! Auch!”

“Are you alright? Be careful! Give it to me,” he took the cup I almost turned on myself. He ran into the coffee shop for ice. “Open your mouth, here… That's it, good!” It helped… “Better?” I nodded. “It will hurt a little, but before you get married it will heal,” I started to laugh. “One point for the doctor, zero for bad mood.” It made me laugh even harder. Everybody was looking.

“You are strange for a doctor…” We walked back to his office. The silence was not so heavy this time. I felt more relaxed.

“I can act as a friend outside the office. When the office door closes, I am the doctor again. I know it might be confusing. I apologize in advance,” I didn't understand why he explained, but I said, it was okay. And It was, I understood what he meant. We reached the office, he sat back behind his desk and I decided to take a chair on the other side of it. He made a few notes. I tried not to look, but curiosity got the best of me.

“Those notes are for me, Miss Sinclair. I realize you are curious, also I would like, if you control yourself next time,” he closed the file. “Speaking of the devil…” I looked at him, he paused: “Bad choice of words, I am sorry. Anyway… Do you know what sleeping paralysis is?” I nodded. “Good, because I would say due to your story your body reacted to the stress. You may think you put everything behind you, but I don't think so. I think there is more to your story. We will meet again tomorrow. Same time?”

“Yes. Sorry. Thank you.” I stood up to get out of there. I felt more confused as before I walked in. Plus I have to admit… The doctor was a very interesting man and also a material for drooling.

“Miss Sinclair?” I turned to face him. “You have to be honest with me in order for me to help you. I want to know everything. Tomorrow I want to talk about your childhood and I have a few questions about what you told me today.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow, Doctor Hendickson. Bye!” I barely waited for his answer. He answered me, but I was sprinting away.

I told him about my dream. He thinks it was something else. I know what I saw, what I felt. I know there is someone watching me. I just don't know if it's good or bad. The funniest thing is the paradox of how the shadow has a similar body as my doctor. I need to find out the truth. No matter the cost. I got home. FInally, it was almost evening. I could feel my nippels getting hard and my heart starting to rise.

“Alright! I know you are here… Please, leave me alone. At least for today! Please,” I felt like a lunatic. One thing for sure… It had to help. I calmed down. “Thanks,” I whispered while breathing out.

I took a long hot shower. When I got clothed, I decided to go out. I called my friend.

- “Hi, sweetie, are you okay?”

“Hi, hon, yeah… Just had a stupid idea. Are you free to go out? I need a drink and a long talk.”

- “Where and when do we meet?”

“Okay, let me think… Our place, in two hours?”

- “Good, what should I order you?”

“Red wine.”

§ “Red wine and me will be waiting for you, so move your ass!” She hung up.

I got myself ready. I took my new black dress with a deep V-line to my breasts and on my hips. They showed enough. I was hesitating if not to change, but there was no time. I was not used to wearing something like this. My friend cleared my closet. I had left just a few pieces. She ordered me new clothing. She was really uncompromising. You know the weird jokes about thin girls having a chubby one as a friend. That was us. Grace was a hot blue eyed natural blond with a figure of a model. Me in contruary… Chubby, coloring my hair in shades of red. I have blue eyes as well, but not sea-like. I have a shade of gray in them. So you get my point. I put some makeup on and ran out of the door. I took a taxi to get there in time.

Our place was an old bar. We called it our place, because we always ended up meeting there. It was halfway to our place now. Before it made a better distance between me and my dead boyfriend. The bartender saw me walk in and I ran to hug him. Yeah… My third friend. Male, but gay. Jeez! You would never guess so. He was… Hot as fuck! Almost as hot as Doctor Hendrickson. And why the hell am I comparing these two men? Fuck this!

“Grace, look who made it in time,” Cameron escorted me to the table as some kind of VIP.

“Fuck, girl! You look hot! Right, Cameron?”

“Oh, sweetheart, if I was on your team, I would take you to the bar and fuck you in front of all those people!” He winked.

“Too much, buddy! Too much!” I snapped his arm. He raised his hands and got lost while giggling. “Don't say a word! Just shut up!” I knew Grace would agree with him. She giggled. We started to talk. I told her everything about my day. She made me drink the whole bottle of wine.

“So how hot is that man?” I raised my eyebrow at her. “What? Honey, I believe you. Honestly the dream you just told me about… Honey, please come with me to the cartomancer.”

“You mean the fortune-teller? No way in hell! I love you! I trust you, but this woman is fake and a waste of money.” Grace tried once more to convince me and I stopped listening to her and looked around the bar. “Oh shit!” I hid behind her in the corner.

“What the heck?” Cameron came with another glass of wine for me and whisky for Grace.

“Cameron, could you please stand so nobody from this side,” I pointed to the direction I saw my psychologist. Cameron stepped there and gave me his best look for explanation. “Grace, you see the tall handsome giant over there?” She looked around too and nodded. “Remember you asked me about my doctor?” Another nod and then…

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Cameron, another round and check this material out!”

Before I knew it, I explained Cameron the whole story. Cameron had to continue working. From behind the bar he was not so secretly checking Doctor Hendrickson out. “You know, you can come out, he isn't looking.” Oh how wrong she was. Having a table on the way to the bathroom is tricky. My luck ran out and he had to go. I cursed at Grace. She ended up laughing at my account. It got his attention, because Grace has the most strange laugh you can imagine. He just nodded, I did the same and he was gone. “He likes you.”

“I am so gonna kill you! You call yourself my friend?” It just made her laugh harder. “Fuck you!” I cursed. Cameron came with drinks and I took the wine from his hand just to swallow to the bottom. I decided to hide in the women's room, I was almost there… When my legs decided to show me the alcohol effect. In my mind I saw myself hitting the floor. A pair of two strong hands caught me and helped me to stand still. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“You need to get some sleep. Good night, Miss Sinclair,” he let go of me.

“Thank you again, good night,” I walked to the bathroom door. I could feel his eyes on me. Grace and Cameron were by the exit waiting for me. Cameron shift just ended. Sweet! “If you say one more word, I will stop talking to you,” those two were crazy. I loved that about them. They walked me home and headed to another bar.

I was glad to be home. This day couldnt get any crazier. The doctor was right, I need some rest. Instead my head decided to think about today. About my dreams. Thinking about what I could say and ask the doctor. I slept only a few hours.