(During my 3 hours of sleep after watching the controversial football match of Holland versus Portugal, I had a nightmare. I can’t decipher the dream at all. Can you? Note: The picture on the left was drawn by me.)
In my house that seemed a bit dark and rundown, I have a large family gathering. The old and the young all appeared to have a great time full of laughters and joy. Was it a festive event or a celebration of someone’s birthday? I have no idea. All of a sudden, the unthinkable happened.
The neck of a young boy chipped off like a piece of old wooden furniture and felt onto the ground together with his head. Suddenly, everyone was screaming and yelling. We all agreed that calling an ambulance may take too long so I took up the piece of the neck and the head and headed to the hospital.
Stepped outside my house, I met my colleagues and explained to them the dire situation. Carefully, I folded the head twice into a flat piece of shall I say “thing” and placed the head and the neck into my briefcase. Off I went as I have a client meeting to attend to as well.
My colleagues and I met my boss at some random location inside a sheltered bridge and I explained to her why we needed to rush to our client site as soon as possible. We were lost for a while and when we found our destinations, the hospital was on the third floor while the business meeting was on the fourth floor. So I asked them to go ahead while I made a detour to the hospital.
Once I reached the hospital – sort of a bit rundown as well, I grabbed a nurse and explained the emergency to her. She asked me to show her the boy’s head and so I took this flat piece of “thing” out and unfolded it back into the shape of a head. She gasped and asked me where the rest of the body was. I told her that I have left it at home. The nurse then paged for the doctor and together with the boy’s head and the piece of neck, they disappeared.
I climbed the stairs and joined my colleagues. In the center of a large room, there was a live recording of an executive interview. Apparently, our business meeting was inside one of the rooms. We took the time and watched the interview for a long while before heading into the meeting room. After what seemed to be a lapse of memory, we emerged out of the meeting room and took the chance to chat with the celebrities who have just finished the interview. My colleagues left the building but I did not.
I headed one stair down and entered the hospital that had quite a crowd inside the waiting area. I asked for the nurse again and she led me to the doctor. The doctor asked me where the body was and I gave the same reply as I did to the nurse. He took me into a lab and showed me the head that was now opened into two halves. I was starring at the layer of white and slimy gel-like matter and the doctor told me that even if he could cure the boy, the boy would suffer 75 percent brain damage.
Grievingly, I agreed with the doctor and someone has to carry the bad news home. At the entrance of the hospital, the nurse stopped me and told me that a police investigation was now underwent and I was one of the suspects.
I knew I needed to runaway. I knew I needed to deal with the body at home. I knew the police would be all over me. I wish I knew what to do next.