10"So, Mr. De Young. Earl. You have nothing to worry about. I'll be right here with you through the night. If you have a recurrence of your dream, you can tell me about it and I'll help you get rid of it. How does that sound?" Dr. Rothstein released his grip on De Young's shoulder.
De Young nodded in silence. With darkness descending he felt like a vampire victim awaiting one last interlude with the Count before joining the ranks of the undead. Rothstein seemed like a competent professional with a very pleasant bedside manner, but how many times did he have to tell this man that this thing he was seeing was not a dream? It may not be real, I may be very sick, but by God, it was not a dream.
Rothstein suspected De Young blotted out some traumatic incident from the past. "Did you ever lose
