CHAPTER 6
Opening his bleary eyes, Michael felt disoriented, his thoughts like worms squirming through mud.
The sights of his bedroom were totally familiar, almost excessively normal. Yet, they seemed overlaid with a sense of unreality: impressions of a watery panorama populated by glowing shapes without solid substance.
A delusion, that’s what it was. A dream. Disappointed with work and his love life, his imagination had supplied an escape, albeit a bizarre one. Carl Jung might have said his unconscious was trying to divert from his real problems by tapping into surreal memories.
Nothing to worry about, as long as the delusion didn’t persist.
He remembered that it was Saturday. Nicole had made a commitment for them to stand at the entrance to the city’s biggest mall along with teams
