“So Mr. Khurana, what did you see in your dream?”
Vishnu Khurana was sitting in a plush recliner. Sitting directly in front of him, in an equally comfortable recliner was Dr. Bose. The décor of the clinic created a relaxing environment. Vishnu sat staring at the ceiling with his shoulders hunched and arms resting on his laps. He looked troubled.
“Doctor, is this really helping? The weird dreams just don’t stop.”
Dr. Bose adjusted his thin frame glasses and uncrossed his legs.
“Mr. Khurana, we have been seeing each other just for a week now. She requested me to talk to you and help you in dealing with your nightmares.”
Vishnu suddenly stood up.
“I have told you, they are not nightmares.”
“Yes, yes. These not-so-pleasant dreams, we will deal with them. Please have a seat and tell me about the one you had yesterday night. Was it vague again?”
Vishnu sat back into the recliner.
“Doctor, the dreams are never vague. Just this particular character..”
“Yeah, the lady. The rest of the things I see in my dream are crystal-clear. So, the dream began with me lying on a charpoy in the middle of nowhere. I just lay there gazing at the cloudless blue sky. There were no birds, no sun even. Just a constant shade of blue.”
“After that, I got up from the charpoy and a motorcycle appeared from nowhere. It just apparated right in front of me.”
“That happens in dreams. It is quite normal. Go on.”
“I got on the bike and began going down the road.”
“There was just one road. It also came into existent right after I got on the bike.”
The doctor scribbled something in his notebook.
“Very well, go on.”
“As I was riding down the road, all I could see was barren land all around me. It was arid, as if it had been devoid of water for decades.”
Dr. Bose nodded, indicating that Vishnu should continue.
“Suddenly, I reached a city. There were buildings and shops and parked vehicle, but no people. It was an empty city.”
“There was not a single person present?”
“None. No living thing at all.”
Dr. Bose nodded and made more notes. Vishnu reached for the glass of water kept on the adjacent table. He took a large gulp and placed the glass back in its position.
“Then I continued riding and reached the bazaar. I could tell because it had different shops there. In fact, all establishments over there were shops other than one. That one was a temple.”
“A temple. Alright, go on Mr. Khurana.”
“I get off the bike and step inside the temple. Again, there is no one there – complete darkness. However, a few feet away I can see a luggage bag. I could see it because it was glowing. So, I walked towards it, picked it up and walked out.”
“You did not check what was in the bag?”
“No, doctor I did not. I just walked out and got on to the bike. Then I sped off.”
“Okay, Mr. Khurana. Please continue.”
“I took the same road and returned to the same charpoy, from where I had started my dream. And then I saw her – The lady. I handed the luggage bag over to her, she walked off, and I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong. Like every night.”
“In your previous visits, you had said you could not see her clearly. How do you know it was the same lady?”
“I know, because I could feel it, doctor. She felt familiar. This time, I could see her a bit more clearly. I could make out that she was wearing a short red dress.”
“What about her face? Get a look at that?”
“No, doctor. The rest of her, including her face was still vague.”
Dr. Bose clicked his pen, indicating the session was over.
“Well, we seem to be making progress, Mr. Khurana. These troublesome dreams will stop soon. I am increasing the dosage of your medicines for now. Don’t forget to take them twice every day.”
The doctor handed over a medicine bottle to Vishnu who pocketed it. The two got up from their spots and began walking towards the door of the clinic.
“Thank you, doctor. I hope these dreams stop occurring.”
“I hope so too, Mr. Khurana. We will make that happen. Have a nice day.”
Dr. Bose closed the door behind Vishnu. He walked to the window and watched as Vishnu got into his car and drove away. After he had gone out of sight, Dr. Bose fished out his phone and placed a call. A sultry voice answered the call.
“Hi, doctor. How did it go?”
“It is not going as well as planned. He remembers a great deal of his night activities.”
“Does he remember it all?”
“No, it is just a vague representation. He sees an empty city instead of a room full of people he has killed and other such things.”
“Then it is okay, the drug is working. He has no idea what he is up to every night.”
“Yes, it is working. Besides, I gave your husband a stronger dosage of the drug. Just in case.”
“Very well, doctor. Our plan seems to be going in order.”
“By the way, were you wearing red yesterday night when you collected the bag of drugs from him?”
“That was good doctor! How did you know?”
“Just a vague guess.”
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via Daily Prompt: Vague