(Part I)
(Baltimore, Maryland)
Barbara Mallory... I can hear you calling my name when I've fallen asleep every night for the past six days. I hear you in the deepest part of my subconsciousness, even when I am awake. I know you desperately need me, and I am here for you.
But, I do not know where you are. There is an image, so clear... and here it is, Barbara. What does this mean? Where are you? Whose footsteps are these?
Usually, I can use my ability to focus onto the direction of a victim of a dream attack of the mind like the tip of the magnetic needle of a compass pulled to the powerful magnetic north. For whatever reason there is... I cannot find you.
Have you been captured?
Are you being held against your will?
Are you being harmed?
Are you drugged?
Are you even in America?
Where are you, Barbara?
I sense deviancy, Barbara. I feel the force, the brutality, of... rape? I do not know, Barbara. I do not know.
I will go to sleep now, Barbara. The time is 11:32 PM. When I fall asleep naturally, I am at the height of my power. I must be clean of all drugs, sugar, salt and especially Monosodium Glutamate. These substances and compounds short circuit my abilities to different degrees, with MSG completely turning off my ability.
I have fasted for two days, now. I am purged, strong and ready to receive your calling. Start now, Barbara, and tell me where you are. Think... think hard... project your mind to me. You found me in our dreams. Now, tell me your location!
As soon as I know where you are I will know how to help you. I will then awaken and we will meet. Now... let us both sleep... sleep... sleep... so that I might come to your rescue, Barbara. Sleep, sleep, sleepppppp...
RLJ
(To be continued 4-15-13 in The Dream Whisperer Chronicles...)
(Part II)
(Baltimore, Maryland)
Barbara Mallory... I can here your voice clearer now. You are located in the direction that I will call north. You must realize how lucky you are, because direction is arbitrary in the Dreamscape... but I have developed the ability to force my senses to create distance, direction and a solid flooring for me to stand upon. I am not affected by The Falling Dream! I will not die if I hit the floor in reality, while inside a dream... thank goodness my abilities continue to develop the longer I live. And so, I am now on my way to find you.
There is no candy color in your dream's, is their Barbara? The dark thunder clouds pour dark sticky red blood to coat the horizon a thin, dripless line that extends around the circumference of your dream world. Millions of phallic obelisks piston up and down from the ground level, that I perceive, to slam up into the blood line with painful blood splattering force, to pull back into the darkness below, while others jut upward to splatter more blood. The scene is almost indescribable... I have not done it any Justice.
And I will have to traverse that madness in order to get to your location. Oh yes, Barbara... I can see you over there. Your image is fuzzy, but I know where you are. Here I come...
Each step I take toward you would be a disastrous step into possible insanity for anyone other you, Barbara. I am here to help you escape the madness inside your mind. By my force of concentration, I have traversed the Obelisks. This part of the trek toward your salvation was simple. But now...
Forgive me now, Barbara, because I must leave you alone for a moment. Do not be afraid... I have actually crept up on something very bad inside your dream. I am about to engage a repressed evil memory from your childhood past. I see it floating over the image of a comatose little girl. It is doing things to her that only a perverted monster would think of. It has not seen me yet, because I will not allow it to see me. But I must become visible, to stand before this base dream beast... before I can confront it.
And, you should not see what is about to happen.
I now understand why you have been stricken down by your mind... left in a catatonic coma for 5 years in the Johns Hopkins Bayview Medical Center. I now know everything about you that I need to know in order to help you, Barbara.
The thing I see is a hulking Teddy Bear monster of cigarette stained brown teeth, perversion tainted menstrual blood stained bed sheets, the tears of the shame filled Barbie doll witnesses and the pillow muffled screams of the forced sexual pain of the rape I sensed inside your memory.
I have created, in my right hand, a dream sword with a four foot long blade made of science fiction white hot plasma stuff. On my left forearm, I have created a diamond shield to block the mighty force of the counterattack I am sure to encounter when I attack.
I want you to close your mind now to the dream around you. I want you to sing the song that your mother sang to you to put you to bed... the one you heard when you had your best memory. Yes, that is the one -- "You Are My Sunshine." I want you to sing that song to yourself until I ask you to stop singing. As long as you sing the song, you will not hear, or see, my battle with your dream demon.
Please sing now... and I will be back for you soon.
***
Barbara.... hello, Barbara... how do you feel right now?
"I feel like a mountain has been lifted off my chest, Dream Whisperer. I feel like my mind could float away on a fluttery cloud of Monarch Butterflies."
And why are we here, Barbara... inside your mind?
"I... don't remember, Dream Whisperer. I feel like I was once sad... and now I am very happy to have you here inside my mind... talking to me?"
Do you remember your last name, Barbara?
"Why, yes... I am Barbara Mallory."
And do you remember your mother's name, Barbara?
"Oh yes, my mother's name is Anne. Is she here with us, Dream Whisperer?"
Actually, Barbara... we are going to see her very soon -- in reality.
"Oh, thank you, Dream Whisperer. Thank you so much for saving me from... the something bad that is long gone from the fabric of my being, right... Dream Whisperer?"
Right, Barbara... that something bad has been carved right out of your memory. Now let us go home, OK?
"Yes, Dream Whisperer."
I want you to close your mind again, Barbara. Sing the song you were just singing before I called you back to me. And when you have sang the song five times I will call you back. You will be back to the place where you belong. Start singing now, please, and goodbye... for now.
***
It was easy convincing Anne Mallory that I was a creature of reality who was invading her dream. She wanted to believe in any type of miracle, so she awoke from her dream like I told her to. We met each other three hours later, at 7:25 AM, at the corner Starbucks... because of my drive through the early Friday morning traffic up to Baltimore.
We talked about the future of her daughter's mental state of being... that I purged the paralysis inducing traumatic, violent memory of her rape by her uncle. I gutted that memory, from crotch to chin, by slicing it in half with my purging dream sword. The memory can never return, because it now never occurred within the context of Barbara's memory. And so, we also agreed to never again bring up the issues to Barbara.
And 20 minutes later, standing at the bedside of Barbara Mallory, I whispered for Barbara to awaken and give her mother a hug. I then decided that my work here with Barbara was done. I gave them both a tearful hug and left the room, dodging the nurses who were now rushing into the room as their monitors were now registering Barbara's miraculous recovery.
Another dream whispered... and another day's beginning.
We talked about the future of her daughter's mental state of being... that I purged the paralysis inducing traumatic, violent memory of her rape by her uncle. I gutted that memory, from crotch to chin, by slicing it in half with my purging dream sword. The memory can never return, because it now never occurred within the context of Barbara's memory. And so, we also agreed to never again bring up the issues to Barbara.
And 20 minutes later, standing at the bedside of Barbara Mallory, I whispered for Barbara to awaken and give her mother a hug. I then decided that my work here with Barbara was done. I gave them both a tearful hug and left the room, dodging the nurses who were now rushing into the room as their monitors were now registering Barbara's miraculous recovery.
Another dream whispered... and another day's beginning.
***
When I was inside the dream of Anne Mallory, I could sense the same kind of tortured horror, like that of her daughter, deep inside her mind. I have allowed a week of other adventures to pass by my world since then, but the time is now for me to purge the horror memories from her mind, too. Her brother was a very sick man who affected many more people than this mother and daughter.
Ah... another deep excursion into the mind of another person. Ann Mallory may, or may not, remember my upcoming visit into her dream state... that will be up to what I find inside her memories. I hope she was not complicit in her brother's evils.
I will soon have my answers, for this is what I do. I am The Dream Whisperer... and, sometimes the horror I find extends to an entire family. Then things might get ugly. I'll see, in time. I'll see.
SAW
