I keep having these awful dreams and bad headaches. Over and over again, the same dream, but I tend to call it a nightmare. At first, I thought my headaches were migraines, but everytime, I have one of those horrid dreams, I wake up with an awful headache. I am really concerned about these headaches I am having, so I will swallow my pride, and go to the doctor.
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I have always hated a doctor. Even when I was a child, when doctor's made house calls, if a doctor came to my house, I would always hide under the bed, fearing I was going to get a shot. So doctors and I don't go well together.
In the living room, I pick up the phone, and call the doctor's office, to set me up an appointment, for this very day, much to my dread. So, I go to my garage, get my car, and leave for the doctor's office. I am sitting in an examination room, as I nervously wait. The doctor comes in, and asks me what type symptoms I am having. I explain to the doctor about my awful dreams, amd that I always wake up with an awful headache. Just to be on the safe side, he orders a M. R. I., to make sure of the physical aspects of my headaches.
The next day I go to the hospital and have the procedure done. After this, I go back home and anxiously wait beside the phone, for the results. Soon, the phone rings, and it is the doctor's office telling me, they want to see me. I am filled with anticipation, as I drive to the doctor's office. When I get there, I park my car, and nervously go into the office.
I am waiting in his office, and the doctor enters the room. He sits down at his desk, looks toward me, and tells me, the M. R. I., showed nothing. So, there is no physical reason for my headaches. The doctor seems to think my headaches are somehow related to my dreams. The doctor gives me the name of a psychologist, for me to see. The doctor seems to think my headaches are psychological. I really dread the thought of seeing a head doctor, but if it will stop my headaches, I will gladly go.
My appointment is for the very next day, so I don't have long to wait. Morning rolls around, and I am on my way to his office.
When I reach the office, I go in. I tell the receptionist why I am here, and she leads me to the doctor's office. I sit in a big chair, and notice a couch to my right. The doctor comes in, introduces his self, and sits down at his desk. He then asks me to explain my dreams.
I start by telling him, I can see myself as I am walking down, what seems to be, a wet dark alley. I tell him I must be a doctor, because I am carrying a little black bag. I am walking, and the approached by a woman. The woman looks very unkept and raggedy, as she looks like the way life has treated her. She looks up at me with very sad eyes and says," May I be of assistance to you, in any sort of way?" I then know she is a lady of the night, and she sales her bodily wares. We walk a little while just talking. We then step into a doorway, and she kisses me.
Then I pull out a scapal, and say," Die, you awful creature with no morals!" I then start to kill her, blood everywhere, and then I start to dismember her. After I finish my awful deed, I run away, and that is when I wake up.
The doctor seems very interested, and tells me of a procedure called hypnotic regression, and he would like to perform this on me. I say all right, and trust him, because he is the doctor.
He asks me to lie back, on the couch I earlier saw. I hear him, softly speaking, as I feel myself drifting away. I start telling the doctor, every little morbid detail about my dreams. But then I abruptly say," Wow, I got away this time. I want to irritate the police, so I will send them a letter."
I can see myself writing the letter and the signature reads Jack the Ripper.