The Awful Truth
DANI
The dream from the city streets returns for another re-run.
A darkened city. A gown made for glitz and glamour ruined beyond repair. The panic. I can feel it in the air. All around me. Suffocating me. Dragging me into their dreary depths.
And here they come.
The pursuers. The chasers. The bad men come to take me away. Only this isn’t a dream; this isn’t a memory.
Not anymore.
The city streets are replaced by white hallways and blue tiles. The pursuers… are scowling nurses in blue scrubs. When they chase me, this time they catch me. They drag me away from the swinging double doors. They subdue me into a seat decorated with dangling straps.
Because they don’t believe me.
A botched robbery. A jealous ex-lover coming to seek his revenge.
These are the only scenar
