I was in a house in which I lived a long time ago. I thought
I was alone until I heard a noise upstairs, which I went to investigate. I
walked into the back bedroom and saw a man – a complete stranger – on his knees,
rummaging through a cupboard. I asked him who he was and what he wanted, and
when he declined to acknowledge me or my enquiries, I ordered him to leave.
He continued to ignore me, so I took my mobile phone out of
my pocket and dialled 999. I thought it might encourage him to leave if he knew
the police were about to turn up. He was tall and well built, so any physical
encounter was to be avoided.
When the call was answered, a woman’s voice began to trot
out a load of gibberish that sounded like some sort of computer code. I was
distracted momentarily from the intruder, and when I looked again, he’d gone.
Except he hadn’t. I turned to see him sitting under the window on the other
side of the room, leaning against the wall. He had his overcoat pulled around
him as though he was cold, and his knees were drawn up to his chest with his
arms wrapped around them. He looked lugubrious at least, if not actually
depressed. He smiled sardonically and told me what the computer code meant, and
then I woke up.
Who the hell was he, and what was he doing in my
subconscious?
2 comments:
You see, could be the plot of a David Lynch film. Or perhaps, it was a psychic minion sent by the director himself. More to the point what was he rummaging for and who or what gave him the authority to ignore you in your own mind...
That's what I want to know. Oddly enough, I felt sorry for him in the end.
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