Across Dimensions: A Short Story

Updated on December 1, 2019
Source

“Miss Joan Henderson?”

“That’s me.” I reached out and shook the man’s hand. This was my first time seeing a psychologist.

“I’m Doctor Bisset. Come on in, take a seat.” He shut the door behind him and sat down at his desk. “What brings you in today, Joan?”

“Well...I’ve been having this dream for a while now. It’s sort of been bothering me.”

“Is it a nightmare?” he opened up his laptop, to take notes, I’m sure.

“Not exactly. I mean, I’m not scared in the dream...it’s when I wake up that I feel this overwhelming anxiety.” I looked at the floor. I had never spoken of this recurring dream before. It felt weird hearing the words out loud.

“Alright. So you’re having a recurring dream and it has caused you anxiety. Would you say that this anxiety is having an effect on your daily life?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Well, what I would like to start with is the dream itself. Are you able to share it with me? If you have a hard time expressing it in words, you are welcome to draw pictures.” He pointed to some white paper.

“No, I can talk. Every night, the dream is exactly the same. It starts out in my neighborhood. It’s a crisp, fall day, and there are colored leaves coating the ground. I’m standing outside with my mom, and we are about to walk to our new neighbors’ house, a few houses up the street. The neighbors just moved in, and we are going over to welcome them. We go over, and a man and woman answer the door. They are friendly, and they invite us in. They introduce themselves as husband and wife. The man is French, and the woman is Italian. The four of us engage in some pleasant conversation for a few minutes, but that part is always blurry. I never know what the four of us talk about.”

“The voices are muffled?" Doctor Bisset stopped me.

“Yes, the voices are muffled. But, I can tell it’s a nice conversation because we all look happy. All of the sudden, after a few minutes of muffled conversation, the woman asks my mom and I if we would like to stay for dinner, and we accept. The voices are no longer muffled. The woman is telling us the story of how her and her husband met, in a park just south of Paris. The two of them are setting the table, when we notice the husband give his wife a worried glance. All of the sudden, they both vanish. It appears as if they get sucked into the China cabinet next to the table. When this happens, my mom and I look at each other in disbelief, and we open the drawer of the China cabinet, as if we will find them inside, or be able to look into another dimension or something.”

“What do you see when you open the drawer?” Doctor Bisset inquired.

“Nothing. We don’t see anything. It’s just an empty drawer. We go home, and over time, we forget about that day and about the man and woman we met. It’s like the events are erased from our memories, slowly.”

“How do you know you are forgetting?”

“I just know, somehow. It’s like I, the dreamer, am aware that I am dreaming. It’s like I am watching my dream from the outside, like a movie. In the dream I am not myself, I am one of the characters.” I started to get a little nervous.

“Don’t worry, just continue when you’re ready.”

“Okay.” I took a breath. “Well, you know how sometimes in dreams we can skip time? Like...fast forward years? Well, all of a sudden, in my dream, it’s 15 years later. I’m 30 and my mom is 55. I’m home for a visit, back in my parents house. The house I lived in when the dream began. Only, it’s like deja vu, 15 years later. My mom tells me that some new people just moved in across the street, a few houses up, and invites me to go over and meet them. I go with her, and we walk over to the same house that we went to at the beginning of the dream, but we don’t know that it’s the same house, because we have no memories of that day. We go over and ring the doorbell. The door opens and we are greeted by a man and woman, introducing themselves as husband and wife. The woman is Italian, and the man is French, and they have a fifteen year old son. They tell us it’s their first time in America. Then, the same thing happens. We are all sitting around the kitchen table, having a conversation, which is muffled. The woman smiles at us, and all of the sudden my mom and I remember, at the same time, and realize that it’s the same people, but fifteen years later, and with a son. Her and I look at each other, and I know she has remembered, too. Then I wake up.”

“Okay. Thank you for sharing. Now, I want to try to dissect this a little bit...try to find out what’s causing you to repeatedly dream this, and why exactly it’s giving you so much anxiety. So let me ask: in the dream, what kind of feeling do you have towards the man and woman? Do you think they are evil? Are you afraid of them, or fear they mean you or your mother harm?”

“No. Not anymore. When I first started having the dream, I was afraid of them, but only after I woke up. Now I’m just afraid of myself.”

“Okay, and why do you think you are afraid of yourself? Can you explain what you mean by that?” he stopped typing and looked at me.

“Well, in the dream, my mom and I both feel very trusting of them. We really think a lot of them. Our first impression is really great, and we have this sense that they are really good people. This is why I am uneasy about the disappearance. The way they get sucked into the China cabinet...it’s so unreal, it’s impossible...like something you would watch in a movie.”

“Okay, let me stop you. I might be onto something. Is it possible that all of this translates into a lack of faith in humanity? Do you believe that good people still exist, or do you think it’s impossible that there are still “good” people out there?”

“No...I believe there are still good people. I don’t think that my anxiety is caused by the other people in my dream. I think it stems from within me...like, I feel connected to the people in those dreams, as if they are real.” I stopped and took a deep breath. “I’m worried that I’m paranoid.”

“Paranoid about what?”

“I think...I think...I’m not dreaming. I’m remembering.”

“Remembering? What do you mean? Like, you think you have met this man and woman before?”

“No. It feels deeper than that. It sounds crazy...and I can’t explain it...but, I feel like I’m remembering events from my life, like...from a different reality.” I looked up at Dr. Bisset, but he didn’t say anything. “Please don’t admit me to a mental hospital. I promise I’m not crazy.”

“I don’t think you are crazy. I am glad you are sharing your feelings openly, so we can get to the bottom of this.”

“Okay. But...is it okay if we just stop talking about this for a few minutes? I just need to calm down and try to refocus my energy...clear my head.”

“Sure.”

“I looked at his desk and saw a photograph of him with an older man and woman.”

“Who are those people with you in that photograph?”

“Oh, those are my parents, Pierre and Maria.” I looked into his eyes, and a flash of images came flooding through my mind.

“Joan? Joan, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Pierre and Maria? As in...Pierre, from France, and Maria, from Italy? Doctor Bisset, what’s your first name?”

“Claude…”

“Oh...this can’t be real. This cannot be happening.”

“Joan, what is it?”

“You’re their son… your parents are the man and woman from my dreams.”

Questions & Answers

    © 2019 Jillian Cleland

    Comments

      0 of 8192 characters used
      Post Comment
      • Jillian Cleland profile imageAUTHOR

        Jillian Cleland 

        7 days ago from Kent, Ohio

        Thank you!

      • Eurofile profile image

        Liz Westwood 

        8 days ago from UK

        This is a great exercise in narrative writing. I was fascinated by your development of a plot via a simple conversation technique.

      • Jodah profile image

        John Hansen 

        12 days ago from Queensland Australia

        Wow, that certainly had a surprise ending. I enjoyed this piece of flash fiction.

      • surovi99 profile image

        Rosina S Khan 

        13 days ago

        Excellent crafting of a fiction story, Jillian with an awesome, jaw-dropping conclusion. I simply loved it. Thank you for such an upbeat contribution.

      working

      This website uses cookies

      As a user in the EEA, your approval is needed on a few things. To provide a better website experience, letterpile.com uses cookies (and other similar technologies) and may collect, process, and share personal data. Please choose which areas of our service you consent to our doing so.

      For more information on managing or withdrawing consents and how we handle data, visit our Privacy Policy at: https://letterpile.com/privacy-policy#gdpr

      Show Details
      Necessary
      HubPages Device IDThis is used to identify particular browsers or devices when the access the service, and is used for security reasons.
      LoginThis is necessary to sign in to the HubPages Service.
      Google RecaptchaThis is used to prevent bots and spam. (Privacy Policy)
      AkismetThis is used to detect comment spam. (Privacy Policy)
      HubPages Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide data on traffic to our website, all personally identifyable data is anonymized. (Privacy Policy)
      HubPages Traffic PixelThis is used to collect data on traffic to articles and other pages on our site. Unless you are signed in to a HubPages account, all personally identifiable information is anonymized.
      Amazon Web ServicesThis is a cloud services platform that we used to host our service. (Privacy Policy)
      CloudflareThis is a cloud CDN service that we use to efficiently deliver files required for our service to operate such as javascript, cascading style sheets, images, and videos. (Privacy Policy)
      Google Hosted LibrariesJavascript software libraries such as jQuery are loaded at endpoints on the googleapis.com or gstatic.com domains, for performance and efficiency reasons. (Privacy Policy)
      Features
      Google Custom SearchThis is feature allows you to search the site. (Privacy Policy)
      Google MapsSome articles have Google Maps embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
      Google ChartsThis is used to display charts and graphs on articles and the author center. (Privacy Policy)
      Google AdSense Host APIThis service allows you to sign up for or associate a Google AdSense account with HubPages, so that you can earn money from ads on your articles. No data is shared unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
      Google YouTubeSome articles have YouTube videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
      VimeoSome articles have Vimeo videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
      PaypalThis is used for a registered author who enrolls in the HubPages Earnings program and requests to be paid via PayPal. No data is shared with Paypal unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
      Facebook LoginYou can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in to your Hubpages account. No data is shared with Facebook unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
      MavenThis supports the Maven widget and search functionality. (Privacy Policy)
      Marketing
      Google AdSenseThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      Google DoubleClickGoogle provides ad serving technology and runs an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      Index ExchangeThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      SovrnThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      Facebook AdsThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      Amazon Unified Ad MarketplaceThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      AppNexusThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      OpenxThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      Rubicon ProjectThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      TripleLiftThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
      Say MediaWe partner with Say Media to deliver ad campaigns on our sites. (Privacy Policy)
      Remarketing PixelsWe may use remarketing pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to advertise the HubPages Service to people that have visited our sites.
      Conversion Tracking PixelsWe may use conversion tracking pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to identify when an advertisement has successfully resulted in the desired action, such as signing up for the HubPages Service or publishing an article on the HubPages Service.
      Statistics
      Author Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide traffic data and reports to the authors of articles on the HubPages Service. (Privacy Policy)
      ComscoreComScore is a media measurement and analytics company providing marketing data and analytics to enterprises, media and advertising agencies, and publishers. Non-consent will result in ComScore only processing obfuscated personal data. (Privacy Policy)
      Amazon Tracking PixelSome articles display amazon products as part of the Amazon Affiliate program, this pixel provides traffic statistics for those products (Privacy Policy)
      ClickscoThis is a data management platform studying reader behavior (Privacy Policy)