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one day i was waiting on bus stop....
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It was about 8 o'clock in the evening, it was been raining for a very
long time; the atmosphere around is so miserable; the air is so heavy
as if it's filled with lead and the surroundings are dull and lifeless
as if it was the darkest corner on earth. A middle aged man with
tattoos all over his body smoking a cigar is being interviewed by a
female doctor in a psychiatric hospital.
While preparing the apparatus, the young lady tells him about the
procedure:" This conversation will be recorded, as many others before
it, do you understand Peter? Would you like to tell me about your
dreams?" In this depressing room, with dull lights, you can only see
the still outline of the two people, as if they are mysterious statues
sat there staring at each other. After a while the man takes a deep
breath and begins to talk."Every night for all the three months that I
have been kept here, I have had the same bizarre dream, the screams of
which have been waking everyone up at night". There was a pause during
which the young psychiatrist was looking desperately into the madman's
eyes and him looking away as if ashamed of something. "My dreams get
longer each night"- whispered the patient in a distressed voice. The
conversation was ended there and then; Peter never said a word until
his next meeting with the psychiatrist. Every time they met their chat
got them one step closer to the patient's dream.
Spring was approaching; the weather gradually began to change from
cold and rainy to sunny and cheerful. These were the first few days it
has been like this. It was like a new start for Peter; the weather was
divine and precious, he could not get enough of it, it seemed like it
gave him power and superiority over every one else. As the days grew
longer, so did the conversations the psychiatrist and the man had.
It was an ordinary day and as usual Peter was having a 5 o'clock
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so moral of a story is check before you act
Or
think before you act