The Dreamer

“I hope you can help me understand why I keep having this reoccurring dream, Doctor. It’s become an obsession, dominating much of my life, and I’m sick of it. It feels as though the only way to end the dream is to die.”

“How long have you been experiencing this dream, Mr. Corvus?”

“Well, it’s been replaying in my brain since my fifth birthday. The dream is the same, except it changes. I mean, the dream doesn’t change, but the narrative changes every few years. I’m not being very clear, am I, Doc?”

“When it comes to dreams, it’s difficult to be crystal clear. The beginning may be clear, but the story becomes opaque by the time the dream is over. The brain has difficulty retaining clarity when it’s in a dream state. That’s why it’s good to talk about it. Things become much clearer when they're shared with another person. Does that make sense?”

“I guess so, Doc. At this point, I’m willing to try almost anything that might help. Where do we start?”

“At the beginning, of course. Why don’t you tell me about this person who keeps changing?”

“It’s not a person, it’s a bird.”

“A bird? That is interesting, but not uncommon. I also have a recurring dream that involves a bird, a raven, to be specific. Did you know that your last name, Corvus, means raven in Latin? I’m sorry to interrupt you. Please continue.”

“When I was five, my dream guide was a Hummingbird. I saw a real one in my mother’s garden, and the dreams started that night. It was multicolored and flitted from flower to flower in my never-ending dream garden. My mother said she could hear me laughing in my bedroom, but when she checked on me, I was sound asleep. I looked forward to bedtime every night. The dream gave me a warm, secure feeling. I replayed it over and over in my mind each night. It was my happy place until my tenth birthday.”

“Fascinating! Many young children hate bedtime because they suffer from night terrors. You were fortunate to have the opposite experience. What came next?”

“It was on my tenth birthday that the Blue Jay replaced my friendly Hummingbird. This bird was raucous and territorial. I first noticed one while enjoying recess outside with my class. Someone had dropped a few potato chips, and the Jay swooped in to claim them. Other birds tried to snag part of the prize, but the Blue Jay made quick work of chasing them off. This was his bounty, and he wasn’t sharing it with anyone else.”

“I have to assume this bird had a few lessons to teach you, Mr. Corvus.”

“It did indeed, Doc. Before the Blue Jay ran my dream, I was an easygoing Hummingbird kid. Some might even call me a pushover, always being picked on. The bird in my dreams taught me it was okay to stand up for myself. I felt self-confident. Able to handle the school bullies.”

“You were coming into your own!”

“That’s exactly how I was feeling, Doc! Unfortunately, my new self-assuredness got me into trouble with the school. Detentions and parent-teacher meetings became an all too familiar occurrence. My parents offered guidance, but it was only after my dream manager changed to an Owl that my behavior altered.

I never knew much about Owls other than they were nocturnal hunters and people called them wise. How can they be wise if they keep asking, who-who? That was a joke, Doc, okay, not very funny, I get it. This Owl taught me how to channel my aggression and solve problems without becoming a problem. By the time I turned eighteen, I no longer needed the Owl’s shepherding. I was wise beyond my years, or so I thought.”

“Mr. Corvus, have we talked before? I’m getting this strange Déjà vu vibe that everything we’ve discussed up until now I’ve heard before.”

“Well, Doc, it’s because you have. Every night, we speak about the same things until we get to the point where you ask me that same question. Next, you’ll suddenly realize that I am a Raven and have been guiding you through this dream world of yours ever since you killed one of your patients, thinking she was possessed.”

“No, that’s not possible! I would never do such a thing!”

“Your nurse is about to wake you so you can start your daily routine of meds and counseling. I’ll see you tonight, Doc!

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