Illusory Night

Summary

In the first week of the semester, I started having recurring dreams about two men, both of whom claimed to be my boyfriend.

I’d wake up sore all over. I went to see a psychiatrist.

“It’s just stress. Don’t worry,” he said with a gentle smile, prescribing me some medication. “Take this, and you’ll fall asleep early.”

But after I started taking it, I found the dreams only got longer.

In the dream, the other man clasped my hands, a low chuckle in his voice.

“I told you to use a smaller dose. It lasts too long. She can’t handle it.”