Incepted

I hear someone enter my apartment. But I'm rich so I know he'll have a lot of doors to open before he gets to my bedroom. Stupid fucks think they can come after me IN MY HOUSE. 

I grab a flashlight and pretend my hand is a gun. This works in the movies, right? Intruders see that and get scared? I don't know. I hear him in my main bathroom and kick the door open and tell him to stick his hands up.

He turns around and he's nearly 7 feet tall and built like Dave Bautista. He looks at me and laughs. He grabs my index finger and breaks it at the middle joint and I scream. I don't know how I'm managing with the pain and I start ugly breathing and feel my throat sucking in too much air which makes me cough. Bautista dude laughs. I swing wildly with my flashlight and he lets me hit him. I don't even see him wince when I break some of his bottom teeth. He grins savagely, notices the blood like a surprised accountant and walks toward me slowly, like he's trying to figure out his best plan of attack. 

I-I'll get you the money. But I'm stut-tut-uttering. His smile is hideous. He squeezes my torso and I feel a couple lower ribs shatter and wonder how much damage that did to my organs. I'm against the foyer wall and notice where I didn't clean the carpet well enough. Why the fuck am I noticing that? I see him raise his fist comically slow and bring it down on my face. When I go cross-eyed, I can't see my nose anymore. That whole section of face feels numb and ticklish. Dave dude looks at his bloody fist and does the cliché thing: he licks it. At this point I feel like he's trying to be a villain and I laugh a little. But it's a very nasally laugh like back when I had Covid. I slump to the ground, my legs stop working for whatever reason. 

Jim, said my therapist. Is that all?

At this point Michol (yes, my therapist's name is spelled Michol), leaned in and held my hand, which I thought was off-limits in therapy. My hand was so slippery with sweat that it slipped out like bologna from a loose sandwich. 

My dream ends with Dave guy throwing a punch so hard it knocks my head clean off my head, and then I exit my body in some ethereal way and see it roll down the hallway. And then I wake up. And I call Lucy to book the appointment with you and I don't know if she... 

I started hyperventilating. 

Michol offered to hold my other hand, but I cou—

Hey hey hey, he said. He was choking up with tears as I started hawking up nothing and grabbing his pretty white carpet. But then I was staining it with blood. 

Lucy! Michol screamed. Call 9-1-1!

I felt my eyes flutter and I think I went into some kind of seizure? My mouth felt fizzy.

I woke up.