Ethan Vulerummer slept peacefullythrough the morning hours. He hadbeen very drowsy on his return from
The Beast Bar
and barely rememberedto contact his man Jay Carroll over theultra secure link provided by his
. He wanted all his appointments put on hold into the early afternoon. He’d gotten into hisbed in his suite above the V Corp Building at 6:00 AM and went out like a light. At 10 he woke up just enough torealize how peacefully he was sleeping and rolled back into his pillow for more. It was noon when he cameawake all at once and quickly sat up in his bed. His restful sleep had been shattered by a striking and vividdream.
His view was encased in a field of dry bushes and small wilting trees. He saw the body of a child laying flat on its back in front of him and it appeared to have been in that place for quite a while. The child wasdead. The head had a bullet wound at one of the temples. The male child was naked and covered withworms that were breaking down the corpse. He couldn’t move his own body and was frozen in place and looking down. All he could see from this fixed viewpoint were the tips of his
shoes with the spot of ink barely visible on one of the toes; and the naked remains of this child who was perhaps 7 or 8 yearsold. The skin on the stomach and abdominal region of the corpse had been removed—not by a wild animal,but by the precise cuts of a hunting knife. Worms had gathered on the exposed muscle and were hard at work. Seemingly paralyzed in the grip of the horrible site, he became aware of some pleasant odor not unlikethat of Sandalwood oil—then, of a “presence” he sensed hovering over him from behind. More then any-thing, he wished he could turn around and see who or what it was that was at his rear.
The dream then reached its apex:
the eyes on the corpse shot open and it reached out its arms in themotion a baby might make to its mother. Then, in a flash, the child lifted from the ground as if a powerful gust of wind had caught it and made it sail upwards. This happened in a single motion and it wasn’t eventhe corpse that had suddenly come alive. It was more like an apparition that was contained in the decayingmatter before him and then set free—a replica of the corpse or a template from which the dead body had been made. He struggled to move but could not. He felt an looming sense of doom upon him. Then he real-ized he was only dreaming and came awake in his bed.
Vulerummer had nightmares before but this was very real and vivid. After a moment’s thought he had “read”the dream—or that part of it he could easily understand. He had been urged to “read his dreams” during hismany years of once-a-week therapy sessions. The therapy was helpful to him. Such dreams, as he understood it,were a kind of moral debris not unlike the microscopic chunks of metal that sloshed around in the oil pan of acar. He believed only weak fools made more of it then that. So he quickly dismissed this dream as unfit for muchthought at all—he
made and it didn’t bother him in the least.
Cha 9 from
William E Justin
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