in the…in the dream…it wasn’t clear if the cat wanted to destroy me or assist me in some way.”
“I imagine that depends on you, Cameron…on your actions and behaviors.”
“Huh…could be. But what if it doesn’t? I mean what if the lynx has its own agenda?”
“Like if it was somehow outside of you?”
“Yeah, like that…like it was a real lynx somewhere that wanted to kill me.”
James’ face expressed surprise. He’d never known Cameron to engage in imaginative wanderings. He looked thoughtful. “If a real lynx was after you, you’d want to protect yourself. But you said this was a dream so, unless you are prophetic, I’d say it has more to do with something about you that needs some work.”
Cam felt apprehensive at having shared this much. He didn’t want James to think he was a nut case. “Okay. Makes sense…let’s get back to the anger topic.”
“Are you sure you’re finished with that topic, Cameron?”
“Yup…sure…”
James became quiet for a moment. “What, exactly, did that dream bring up for you? I believe you’re stonewalling me here.”
Cam’s quick, explosive temper flared to the surface. “It wasn’t a dream. And it brought up…brings up…all the weird shit I don’t believe in. And it fucking pisses me off, that’s what. Chérie and I can’t even…can’t even go there without this fucking dreamling trying to kill me or make its mark or something. Shit.” So much for his nice guy attempt. He bolted to his feet and now was pacing the room like a predator in the zoo. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…he wished he still smoked right now.
“What do you mean it wasn’t a dream?” James asked gently.
“I mean this,” Cam growled, pulling up the leg of his roomy cargo pants. “This is what I fucking mean…”
Upon seeing the angry, yellow-green gashes, James whistled. “You weren’t kidding, Cameron. How did this happen?”
Cam slumped down in his chair. “Shit…it happened the day Chérie called…before she called. I was in the shower. I heard this scratching and then the door flew open, but there was nothing there. You know I don’t give credence to any of this bullshit, right, Doc?”
“I know, Cameron. I know how you feel.”
“So then this fucking nightmare stalks me and Chérie when we are in the woods and bursts out of the trees when we’re…you know…when we’re…”
“Okay, Cameron, I’ve got the picture. When you and Chérie were engaged in intimacy…go on.”
“Right… So this creature flies out of the trees, but we can’t see it. It looks like the heat waves you see on the highway when it’s hot. And the heat wave looks like it’s racing towards us only then it gets stopped by another heat wave.” Cam stopped speaking and ran his hands angrily through his hair. “Jesus Christ, this sounds fucking insane telling you this.”
“It’s okay, Cameron. Take a moment and continue when you are ready.”
Cam took a deep breath to calm down. “Okay. Shit. Well, then when I tried to kiss Chérie in my room the fucking thing did this to me.” He gestured towards his thigh. “And every time I try to engage with her it pulls some shit like this. I feel like I’m going out of my fucking mind.” He stood up and started pacing again.
“Cameron, the paranormal is outside of my scope of practice. I know that many people are subject to delusions about paranormal activity, but some people actually have the experiences that they claim to have. Hence, I know that it exists… And there’s simply no explanation when it gets down to it. I tend to keep a balanced mind when it comes to such phenomena…kind of a maybe yes, maybe no attitude. But frankly I’ve never seen marks such as those on your leg. I can feel the heat coming from them from across the room.”
“No shit?” Cam asked.
“Yes, it kind of feels like heat and cold at the same time… It’s quite remarkable.”
“Glad someone thinks so. I just
“I imagine that depends on you, Cameron…on your actions and behaviors.”
“Huh…could be. But what if it doesn’t? I mean what if the lynx has its own agenda?”
“Like if it was somehow outside of you?”
“Yeah, like that…like it was a real lynx somewhere that wanted to kill me.”
James’ face expressed surprise. He’d never known Cameron to engage in imaginative wanderings. He looked thoughtful. “If a real lynx was after you, you’d want to protect yourself. But you said this was a dream so, unless you are prophetic, I’d say it has more to do with something about you that needs some work.”
Cam felt apprehensive at having shared this much. He didn’t want James to think he was a nut case. “Okay. Makes sense…let’s get back to the anger topic.”
“Are you sure you’re finished with that topic, Cameron?”
“Yup…sure…”
James became quiet for a moment. “What, exactly, did that dream bring up for you? I believe you’re stonewalling me here.”
Cam’s quick, explosive temper flared to the surface. “It wasn’t a dream. And it brought up…brings up…all the weird shit I don’t believe in. And it fucking pisses me off, that’s what. Chérie and I can’t even…can’t even go there without this fucking dreamling trying to kill me or make its mark or something. Shit.” So much for his nice guy attempt. He bolted to his feet and now was pacing the room like a predator in the zoo. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…he wished he still smoked right now.
“What do you mean it wasn’t a dream?” James asked gently.
“I mean this,” Cam growled, pulling up the leg of his roomy cargo pants. “This is what I fucking mean…”
Upon seeing the angry, yellow-green gashes, James whistled. “You weren’t kidding, Cameron. How did this happen?”
Cam slumped down in his chair. “Shit…it happened the day Chérie called…before she called. I was in the shower. I heard this scratching and then the door flew open, but there was nothing there. You know I don’t give credence to any of this bullshit, right, Doc?”
“I know, Cameron. I know how you feel.”
“So then this fucking nightmare stalks me and Chérie when we are in the woods and bursts out of the trees when we’re…you know…when we’re…”
“Okay, Cameron, I’ve got the picture. When you and Chérie were engaged in intimacy…go on.”
“Right… So this creature flies out of the trees, but we can’t see it. It looks like the heat waves you see on the highway when it’s hot. And the heat wave looks like it’s racing towards us only then it gets stopped by another heat wave.” Cam stopped speaking and ran his hands angrily through his hair. “Jesus Christ, this sounds fucking insane telling you this.”
“It’s okay, Cameron. Take a moment and continue when you are ready.”
Cam took a deep breath to calm down. “Okay. Shit. Well, then when I tried to kiss Chérie in my room the fucking thing did this to me.” He gestured towards his thigh. “And every time I try to engage with her it pulls some shit like this. I feel like I’m going out of my fucking mind.” He stood up and started pacing again.
“Cameron, the paranormal is outside of my scope of practice. I know that many people are subject to delusions about paranormal activity, but some people actually have the experiences that they claim to have. Hence, I know that it exists… And there’s simply no explanation when it gets down to it. I tend to keep a balanced mind when it comes to such phenomena…kind of a maybe yes, maybe no attitude. But frankly I’ve never seen marks such as those on your leg. I can feel the heat coming from them from across the room.”
“No shit?” Cam asked.
“Yes, it kind of feels like heat and cold at the same time… It’s quite remarkable.”
“Glad someone thinks so. I just
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