David Robbins - Boston Run

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“Not really,” Milton said. “The dream state often lacks coherence. Did you speak in the dream?”

“No.”

“Not a word?”

“No,” Berwin reiterated. “Why? Are the words I say in my dreams crucial?”

“They could be, yes,” Doctor Milton answered.

“Well, I didn’t say a word in either dream.”

“Tell me about the second one.”

Berwin leaned back, fingering the last piece of toast on his tray. “The second dream was definitely bizarre. I seemed to be floating in the air above a huge, walled fortress or compound. It was daytime, and there were a lot of people moving about. Four brick walls enclosed the fortress, and in the middle of the west wall was some kind of bridge, possibly a drawbridge.”

“Yes. Go on,” Doctor Milton prompted, writing as fast as he could.

“Along the inner base of the walls ran a stream, forming a moat—”

“Where did the stream originate?” Doctor Milton asked, breaking in.

“Was there an underground spring in the compound?”

Berwin pondered for 30 seconds. “No. As I recall, the stream entered the fortress under the walls at the northwest corner, then was diverted to run along the base of all the walls.”

“Did the stream flow out of the compound at any point?”

“The southeast corner.”

“Very interesting,” Doctor Milton said. “Please continue.”

Berwin concentrated, idly tapping his fingers on his food tray. “There were six enormous structures located in the western section of the compound. I also saw a row or two of cabins in the central area, arranged in a line from north to south.”

“What about the enormous structures? Can you tell me more about them?”

“They were square in shape. My guess is they were concrete buildings.”

“How were they arranged? In a line like the cabins?”

“No. They were spaced about one hundred yards apart and arranged in the shape of a triangle.”

“What else?”

“That’s all I can remember,” Berwin said.

“There must be more,” Milton insisted. “What did you see in the eastern section of the compound? What were the concrete buildings used for? Were there any apparent weaknesses in their defenses? Any machine guns mounted on the walls? Any cannons?”

“Weaknesses in the defenses?” Berwin repeated quizzically. “Machine guns on the walls? Are we discussing a dream or a plan of attack?” he joked.

Doctor Milton did a double take and tensed for a moment, then laughed and lowered the notebook to his side. “Sorry. I got carried away. I know that any trivial detail might help us restore your memory, so I was pushing a little too hard.”

“I understand,” Berwin said.

“Did you feel as if you knew the place you saw in your dream?” the physician queried.

“I felt as if I should. When I woke up this morning, its name was on the tip of my tongue,” Berwin divulged. “But the feeling didn’t last very long.”

“Most unfortunate,” Milton commented.

“What does it all mean?”

“I require time to analyze your dreams before I can tender an opinion.”

Berwin sighed and spooned oatmeal into his mouth.

“After your breakfast you can wash up. Then Nurse Krittenbauer will bring your clothes.”

“I finally get out of this flimsy gown?”

Milton nodded and walked to the doorway. “I’ll return in a few hours to conduct several tests. Behave yourself until then. Don’t wander off without permission.”

“I won’t,” Berwin pledged. He frowned and nibbled on the toast.

Another day in bed did not appeal to him in the least. If the doctor wouldn’t permit him to walk around, then perhaps a little harmless exploring was in order.

“See you later,” the physician said, and departed.

Berwin finished his breakfast while ruminating on the possible significance of the compound he’d observed in his dream. The place had seemed so real. All of his dreams the past two days had been exceptionally realistic, and he wondered why. He hoped Milton’s analysis would aid in restoring his memory.

Nurse Krittenbauer arrived with a basin of hot water, a washcloth, and a towel. “Ready for your sponge bath?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Do you want me to do the honors?” she asked with a mischievous wink.

“I can manage,” Berwin said.

“What a spoilsport,” Nancy cracked. She exchanged the basin for the meal tray and left.

The giant slid out of the bed and gave himself a sponge bath. As he finished he glanced at the window and decided to open it to let fresh air in. He dropped the cloth in the plastic basin and stepped around the head of his bed. How strange, he thought. The images outside were blurred and distorted by the glass. He leaned on the sill and examined the pane.

Although the window appeared to be normal glass from even a few feet away, close up the glass displayed a prismlike effect. No one inside could see out.

Was it deliberate? And if so, why?

Berwin inspected the edges for a latch, surprised to discover there was no way to open the window. What reason could they have for sealing the window frame?

“What are you doing?”

Berwin pivoted and saw Krittenbauer in the doorway with an armful of clothes. “What’s with the window?”

“Were you planning to jump?” she asked in jest, walking over to the bed.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“This is a hospital, Mister Berwin. Some of our patients are emotionally distraught. Some have attempted to commit suicide. To remove temptation and prevent anyone from jumping, all of the windows above ground level can’t be opened. You’re on the sixth floor.”

“Oh,” Berwin said, moving toward her. “But why can’t I see outside?”

The nurse grinned. “What a bundle of curiosity you are. The windows have been constructed so no one can see out because we don’t want our patients spending all their time looking outside when they’re supposed to be in bed.”

“Are you referring to me?”

“Is there anyone else in this room?”

Berwin sat on the edge of the bed. “Are those my clothes?”

“Yes,” Nurse Krittenbauer said, and deposited the pile next to him.

“The doctor says you can wear your own clothes, but if I catch you out of bed again without permission I’ll confiscate them and you’ll wear a hospital gown until the day you leave.”

Berwin chuckled. “Was that a threat?”

“That was a promise.” She turned on her heels and exited.

The clothes turned out to be a flannel shirt, jeans, black socks, and brown leather boots. He stripped off the gown and donned the flannel shirt first. The material fit tightly across his shoulders and upper arms, too constricting for comfort. He buttoned the shirt and experimented, raising and lowering his arms, puzzled.

How could he have worn the shirt on a regular basis when it hampered his movements? The pants weren’t much better. They threatened to burst at the seams if he bent over too far. He had better luck with the socks, but the boots were too narrow at the tip for his toes to fit comfortably.

Berwin went to the mirror and scrutinized his appearance. If his own family hadn’t delivered the clothing, he’d suspect that the clothes weren’t really his.

A soft noise, a shuffling, came from behind him.

Turning, Berwin found a skinny man dressed in brown overalls and a brown cap, a broom in his left hand. The man appeared to be startled to encounter someone in the room. “Hello,” Berwin said.

“Hello,” the man responded uncertainly, scrutinizing Berwin’s attire. “I didn’t think anyone was here.”

“May I help you?” Berwin asked, coming around the foot of the bed.

The man shook his head vigorously, apparently intimidated by Berwin’s size. “No, thanks. I’m the day-shift janitor.”

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