Nightmares

Dr Handsome

"See it was a memory, not a dream." he pointed to the screen in from of them "Oh no no trust me it was a dream." he shook his head "Maybe its a buried memory Rose." I shake my head in disagreement "Ha-ha well that's kinda impossible. Or I'm the best lookin eighty yr. old in the world." "What do you mean?" "Well it was the 1940's and I'm not a blonde." He scratched his head once again. " I guess the time and place could be wrong. Its what you did I'm worried about." Francis said "Well the whole situation is not real doctor. I'm telling you, I have never felt the way that woman feels about that man, trust me I would know." then I remembered the man in the elevator, the same sparks the same eyes the same dark feeling the same pain, the same damn eyes. My face heated at the thought.

Could it be I will kill this man? No why would I even kill anyone? Then I remember the gross man from the shady Motel and how I wanted him dead, how dare he look at me when my beloved has never set eyes on me yet. Eyes flashing dark; the thought of that man disgusted me. My beloved, what was I saying? My brain was screaming to remember.

"Are you ok Rose?" I snapped out of my thoughts "Yeah, so if it was a supposed memory what does that mean, is my life not my life anymore? why do I remember someone else's memories?" "They don't seem to be someone else's memories they seem to be yours." I look at them both like their crazy. "That's impossible!" I shout. This was seriously starting to piss me off, how could these be my memories? "I think your machine is broke or maybe my brain is wired differently cause I'm telling you these are dreams not memories."

I stood and walked out of the office, I needed to cool off. It was 5:41 pm already was I really in there for hours what the f**k. I was starving, I walked out of the center and on to the elevator down to the basement. Passing seven made me sick again, maybe motion sickness. I grabbed a chocolate milk, a couple burritos, a fruit cup and an orange juice. I sat at a table far from everyone hidden behind some plants, that's when he came in, blonde hair, blue eyes, pale looking, kinda sickly but I know better he's not as frail as he seems. His blonde hair shoulder length dusting his shoulders. His eyes friendly and inviting, he was wearing a white shirt with a lab coat over it and black pants. He was a doctor here; I can't help but feel betrayed. Like maybe I've been played, did someone know who I was dreaming about and send me here intentionally? If this was the case who could it have been? My therapist always seemed to be on my side, is this my fate? Was I just meant to be here? Could it be fate? Did I even believe in that sort of thing? How could I not after all that has happened?

I watch him from across the room, if he sees me will he know who I am? "In dreams he came..." I mumble, his face twitches, did he hear me? He looks around the cafe slowly, I lean back letting the plants hide me all well still being able to see him. I pull the hood down on my sweater hiding my face just in case. He smiles and turns to the pretty nurse beside him and makes conversation. When he's done purchasing his food, he walks over to one of the tables and sits alone. He's now directly in front of me. Will he know me? No that's impossible, there's no way he can know me. I take a bite of my burrito and a drink of my chocolate milk. I look at the paper in front of me, the headline reads, SUPER BUG KILLS 400 AND CLIMBING... I get an uneasy feeling. I glance back up and the doctor is gone. I look around the side of the bush the doctor is gone. I let out a sigh of relief and return to the newspaper. When I notice a dark shadow in front of me hovering in the seat directly in front of me. It was him, the doctor, the same man from my dreams and I could tell he was not pleased.

His presence was like that of a shadow, dark and alarming. His eyes seemed curious at my presence but wary, I couldn't help but think of how tired he was when I looked in his eyes, I kinda felt bad for him. "Looking for someone?" His voice was that of an angel, hypnotic and soft, nothing like in my dream. In my dream he was harsh and mean his voice filled with venom. "I'm not no." I didn't know what to do with this confrontation, was he going to kill me or was I just crazy? "I could have sworn you were staring at me." I smiled thinking ok maybe he's a normal guy, sees a pretty girl. I can play, I smile up at him "Yeah your kinda pretty hot, of course I noticed." He smiled and chuckled a bit "interesting." "What's interesting, the fact that I think your good looking?" I smile innocently "No, the way your playing this game." He leaned down on the table pushing his hands flat against the surface. I look him directly in the eyes "What game is that?" I smile cockily "I know what your here for little girl." I lean closer to him; I can feel his breath slightly on my cheek. "Well that makes one of us." slight confusion flushed through his features. "Do you not know me?" I shrugged "Should I?" I looked at my watch, "s**t I gotta go, sorry. I would like to continue this illuminating conversation but I have things to do places to be and all that jazz."

I jumped up from my seat and took off toward the elevator. I thought he might follow but instead he sat there perplexed. I got off at the 9th floor and walked the rest of the way using the stairs I had a feeling he would be watching. The last thing I needed was for the creepy doctor from my dreams to be finding me in my waking life. It was bad enough he knew I was even here now and I knew he was. That alone was a treat in itself, but what did it mean? My dreams were they not dreams after all. They weren't memories nor dreams but premonitions maybe? But I wasn't fighting this guy in the desert and I honestly couldn't see myself traveling to the Sahara any time soon. So, what did it all mean?

As I reached my floor I walked in the common area where everyone was just lounging around, I walked into my room and grabbed a book, and started to draw the handsome doctor vs the man/thing I seen in my dreams. Its like they were two different beings, but they were both dark. There was a darkness in the doctor that I couldn't explain. I walked out into the common area just in time for our two doctors to tell us to get ready to go to the fourth floor. I grabbed my phone and my book with a pencil and headed to the elevator following Dr Hades. "Are you ok Rose?" "I'm fine." "You seemed stressed when you left." "Yeah, I'm over it. The thing with me is I don't dwell on s**t too long. Just a waste of time" Besides the doctor downstairs totally made me forget about the incident in the first place. I just couldn't believe my eyes, the fact that I dreamed about someone before meeting them totally freaked me right out. Were these memories after all? I kept that to myself.

We reached the lab where we all would be sleeping for the night, the Dr told us to get changed into these blue robe things and lay on the beds. The six of us girls all went into the change room on the right the guys on the left. The girls were all giddy and talking about how much cute the boys were and how they were going to for sure get their numbers before they left. I smirked and headed out of the room, its not that I wasn't interested in guys I just knew it wouldn't go anywhere. I didn't want a weekend fling or someone for a few years just for them to give up and tell me they didn't want me anymore like so many of my foster parents. I didn't need that kind of rejection any more so I opted out of the dating scene until well I met my forever or I died. Those were my choices; how do I know my forever wasn't one of these guys you ask well I think I would feel it. I hope I would. The man in my dreams the one in the theater, I want a love like that. Minus the killing of course.