Chapter Twelve – The Forgotten Art Of Oneiromancy

21 Jul

For the first time in my life, I knew that I was dreaming. Everything just felt lighter than usual – like the world was nothing more than a film set that only looked real as long as it stayed within frame. I knew that I was in the middle of an illusion and, with that knowledge, I could control it. Finally, all of those books I’d read a couple of years ago about lucid dreaming were starting to pay off.

Looking around, I was in an old hall of some kind with ravens perching on the rafters and stark checkerboard tiles on the floor below me. A man stood in the corner of the smoking a spliff and staring out of the window. As I walked up to him, I noticed that he was the guy who had hired me yesterday. He breathed out a plume of sickly-sweet smoke which hung like a ghost in the air in front of him.

‘You bastard! Why didn’t you tell me about the jasmine tea?’ I almost shouted at him.

‘No luck on the case then?’ He said, not even looking at me.

‘If you’d just tell me what the hell I’m supposed to be looking for and how to reverse the effects of this tea, then maybe I’d have a bit more luck.’ I glared at his ear.

He dropped what was left of the spliff and crushed it under his heel. It stood out like a comma in the middle of the black tile by his left foot. One of the ravens screeched and fluttered around the room before perching above the door and saying ‘nevermore’ over and over again.

The man glanced at it and smiled before turning to me. Finally, he said ‘ Well, you’re looking in the right place.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? Are you talking about the tea? Because I hope, for your sake, there’s a way out of bizarro world. This isn’t what I signed up for!’

‘It means you’re looking in the right place. I didn’t hire you by accident. Trust me, you’ll find it.’ He smiled again.

I didn’t know what to say to that and just ended up glaring at him until he vanished. Eventually, I started to feel the feeling you get after you’ve been swimming underwater for a minute and are just rising to the surface. I woke up.

For about an hour after I’d woken up, everything was perfectly normal. As much as I tried to dismiss the past day as a dream, the plaster on my thumb and the brown blood spots on the carpet by my bedside table told me otherwise. Still, everything looked fairly ok. There wasn’t a single playing card in sight and, when I looked out of the window, the town even looked slightly busier than normal. Maybe the tourists were finally starting to arrive?

I had a cold shower, made a cup of tea and surfed the internet for a while. The news seemed to be the usual mix of pointless controversies, shocking murders, thunderous opinion pieces and celebrity gossip. There were still amusing pictures of cats on the internet and several reams of freshly-posted nonsense on Twitter too. For once, I actually felt reassured by all of this stuff.

Sometime after the tenth Youtube video of a cat playing with a laser pointer, I heard that nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that I should be working on the case. As usual, it just wouldn’t shut up. I rifled through my bedside cabinet until I found my torch and decided to check out the cathedral again. Then I remembered that Rosie was already looking into it.

So, for the third time, I put my jacket on and decided to head over to The Caffe Noire again. I was becoming a regular.

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