He knew it was a dream when he shot Carolyn through the head. But not until then. The imperceptible shifting from reality to the familiar nightmare had come, as always, so stealthily that the shock of surprise almost woke him. Then there came the thought: I must tell the Controllers.
I must tell the ControllersAnd after that: But in three weeks there’ll be the quarterly psych check, and they’ll find out anyhow.
But in three weeks there’ll be the quarterly psych check, and they’ll find out anyhow.Standing, he looked down at the motionless gray head aureoled in spreading red, and listened, and made a bargain with himself. If I can’t get rid of this recurrent dream, this warp, this compulsion before the psych check, I’ll be fired automatically. There can’t be any danger from a dream. It’s m
