“I know exactly how I must sound.” I can remember her saying that to me when she explained how she believed that she dreamed the future. How she was certain, absolutely certain, that her dreams, or some of them, eventually came to be. That, for her, deja vu was more than just a creepy feeling, it was something she’d seen before- everything from sights and sounds to the thoughts in her head and a feeling of doom had been experienced already in a dream.
She’d thought this even before they made the news. They made it worse. Poor girl was determined to be more like them. Knew she couldn’t prove anything but that she couldn’t really be proved wrong either. Only dismissed. Because science doesn’t really touch that sort of thing: the inner workings of the mind are a mystery. And maybe, like them, this was evolution in action.
So she started writing down everything she dreamed in a notebook hoping desperately that something written down would happen. Anything. No matter how mundane. But nothing did.
Then the recurring nightmares started. Scenes of her and others like her all kept asleep and wired up to screens displaying all they dreamed and uniformed people recording it all in notebooks laid out similar to hers.
These sent her over the edge and beyond our help into a paranoid world where we could no longer reach, until we didn’t know what to do anymore, until the day they came and took her away.
She’d thought this even before they made the news. They made it worse. Poor girl was determined to be more like them. Knew she couldn’t prove anything but that she couldn’t really be proved wrong either. Only dismissed. Because science doesn’t really touch that sort of thing: the inner workings of the mind are a mystery. And maybe, like them, this was evolution in action.
So she started writing down everything she dreamed in a notebook hoping desperately that something written down would happen. Anything. No matter how mundane. But nothing did.
Then the recurring nightmares started. Scenes of her and others like her all kept asleep and wired up to screens displaying all they dreamed and uniformed people recording it all in notebooks laid out similar to hers.
These sent her over the edge and beyond our help into a paranoid world where we could no longer reach, until we didn’t know what to do anymore, until the day they came and took her away.
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